Текст песни Cinderella - Back Home Again
Cinderella - Back Home Again слова песни
I hit the road wide open at seventeenMama cried herself to sleepLost a dad Id never seenTook all my childhood friendsGuitar, and a dreamSome say I got it badI say Ive got the creamNo, no, noI roll into town and Im spinnin my wheels to blackGo, go, goI hit the stage and you make me feel like Im backIm backBack home againIm backBack home againIm backBack homeI worked from nine to five at twenty-twoFelt good to stay aliveGood times were far and fewTrustin my hopes and dreamsWith someone who said they knewJust how to make ends meetThey havent got a clueNo, no, noI rolled into town and Im spinnin my wheels to blackGo, go, goI hit the stage and you make me feel like Im backIm backBack home againIm backBack home againIm backBack home againIm backBack homeTake me backIm backIm backBack home againIm backBack home againIm backBack home againIm backBack home