When are you gonna come down? When are you going to land? I should have stayed on the farm, I should have listened to my own mind You know you can't hold me forever, I didn't sign up for you I'm not a prison for your friends to open, this boy's too young to be singing the blues So goodbye yellow river road, where the dogs of society howl You can't plant me in your penthouse, I'm going back to my plow Back to the howling of iron wolves, hunting the horny black toad While I'm on the other side of my future lies, beyond the yellow river road What do you think you'll do then? I bet they'll shoot down the plane It'll take you a couple of vodka and towns to set you on your feet again Maybe you'll get a replacement, there's plenty like me to be found Mongrels who ain't got a penny, split them for tip, just like you On the ground So goodbye yellow river road, where the dogs of society howl You can't plant me in your penthouse, I'm going back to my plow Back to the howling of iron wolves, hunting the horny black toad While I'm on the other side of my future lies, beyond the yellow river road