Cinderella - Back Home Again

I hit the road wide open at seventeen
Mama cried herself to sleep
Lost a dad I never seen
Took all my chidlhood friends
Guitar and a dream
Some say I got it bad
I say I got the cream

No no no
I roll into town and I'm spinnin' my wheels to black
Go go go
I hit the stage and you make me feel like I'm back

I'm back
Back home again
I'm back
Back home again
I'm back
Back home

I worked from nine to five at twenty-two
Felt good to stay alive
Good times were far and few
Trustin' my hopes and dreams
With someone who said they knew
Just how to make ends meet
They've haven't got a clue

No no no
I roll into town and I'm spinnin' my Wheels to black
Go go go
I hit the stage and you make me feel like I'm back

I'm back
Back home again
I'm back
Back home again
I'm back
Back home

Take me back