Up on Main StreetThey built a highwayChanged its name to Johnson BoulevardUp on ThursdayDown on FridayPeople ask meWhy I think so hardTime's been hard, thoughFrom the radioTo San JacintoAnd it's a long way back homeThere's an old trainIn a stockyardIt's like a graveyardBut things have come and goneAnd the wind won'tOn a gravestoneWhere the name's goneAnd everybody knowsTime's been hard, thoughFrom the radioTo San JacintoAnd it's a long way back homeSometimes you're standing stillAnd the wind just beats you downOh, and sometimes it's just so hardTo keep your two feet right thereOn the groundMy mother's faithShe goes to church stillAnd prays on SundaysShe goes to church stillOn Mondays, tooFather's somewhereIn the back of the fieldThinking out loudThat this ain't nothing newTime's been hard, thoughFrom the radioTo San JacintoSo why don't we just goback home?Why don't we just go back home?Yeah, why don't we just go back home?Why don't we just go back home?*