Will I Make It Back?

These fields They are my home They're the reason I've got to go Where too Oh I don't know New Orleans in a shotgun row These things I've got to ask When will these times pass And will I make it back Will I ever lose my own path Come down with a crash A wild haired man with no cash Will I make it back Will I make it back I've had a good life not much struggle and little strife Why, do I want more From, a distant shore These things I've got to ask When will These times pass And will I make it back Will I ever lose my own path Come down with a crash A wild haired man with no cash Will I make it back Will I make it back Bury me under the tree Where the deer Won't eat I have seen Distant dreams That time won't repeat The winds of the west they call me If I don't go how will I ever know where they lead And I hope I don't say you knew better than me No, I hope I don't say you knew better than me These things I've got to say Before the seas Take me away And will I make it back Will I ever lose my own path Come down with a crash A wild haired man with no cash Will I make it back Will I make it back