Tekster: John Hiatt. Beneath This Gruff Exterior. Fly Back Home.

saw a red tailed hawk eatin' road kill

said "Man, what happened to your dignity?"

he said "Subdivisions have taken my home

and there's no more pray to eat."

i said, "Where we gonna live?"

he said "Anywhere you want to, i guess

all you creature walkin' upright 'Round here

well you've really made a mess."



CHORUS:

i wish we both could fly back home

to the green fields of our youth

where friends and family set the tone

with the hardcore language of the truth

i know times bent on destruction

the past is over every day

i wish we both could fly back home

but we can't, so i guess i'll just fly away



an owl swooped down

as i was drivin' my pickup through the creek

he said, "i was only tryin' to scare ya

but instead you scared the hell right out of me."

with three hundred forty-Five houses

a locking differential and four-wheel drive

i guess you were livin' large there, country boy

i was just tryin' to survive



CHORUS:

i wish we both could fly back home

to the green fields of our youth

where friends and family set the tone

with the hardcore language of the truth

i know times bent on destruction

the past is over every day

i wish we both could fly back home

but we can't, so i guess i'll just fly away



there was a rattlesnake up on the road

i ran him over and over 'Til he died

then his ghost rose up

and curled around this fear i hold inside

he flew on off to heaven

as i sat there in my instrument of death

i had to think what i was doin'

i had to think just to draw another breath



CHORUS:

i wish we both could fly back home

to the green fields of our youth

where friends and family set the tone

with the hardcore language of the truth

i know times bent on destruction

the past is over every day

i wish we both could fly back home

but we can't, so i guess i'll just fly away



CHORUS:

i wish we both could fly back home

to the green fields of our youth

where friends and family set the tone

with the hardcore language of the truth

i know times bent on destruction

the past is over every day

i wish we both could fly back home

but we can't, so i guess i'll just fly away