Sometimes I wonder, will I ever get back home?   Sometimes I wonder, will I ever get back home?   Well, I been gone so long, will I ever get back home?      Sometimes I wonder, will my baby think of me?   Sometimes I wonder, will my baby think of me?   Well, sometime I wonder, would she ever think of me?      Way she been talking, make me mash my eyebrows down   The way she been talking, make me mash my eyebrows down   Make me fold my arms, and heave a lonesome sigh      Standing on the highway, wheel too tired to roll   Standing on the highway, my wheel too tired to roll   But I know I'm gonna leave, 'cause I'm a driving soul      One more story, all my friends you can tell   One more story, all my friends you can tell   I'm booked down-bound to leave, I'm gone   Ride like hell