Текст: Citizen King. Mobile Estates. Long Walk Home.

Through the tin pan alley in the dead of the night
Riding that crazy horse
Through the backyard kitchen on an A-team mission
To get to the front door

What's left behind when the sun does shine
Is passed out on the floor
For I'm going to lay my head down
Before Sunday mornin'

It's a long walk home
Kickin' dirt and stones
It's a long walk home
When you're coming down, easy

It's a long walk home
On the street I roam
It's a long walk home
When you're coming down, easy

With gum on my shoe, nothing left to do
Stranded and still awake
A good company is the street I seek
And the trail all that I blaze

When the cock crows and the warm winds blow
I'll skip-to-my-lou 'til the sky turns blue
And I'm going to lay my head down
Before Sunday mornin'

It's a long walk home
Kickin' dirt and stones
It's a long walk home
When you're coming down, easy

It's a long walk home
On the street I roam
It's a long walk home
When you're coming down, easy

And I make my way
Back over, cross the milky way, again

It's a long walk home
Kickin' dirt and stones
It's a long walk home
When you're coming down, easy

It's a long walk home
When you [Incomprehensible]the stone
It's a long walk home
When you're coming down, easy

It's a long walk home
It's a long walk home
When you're coming down