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 groundMother's FaithShe's done as much school as she canShe goes to church stillAnd prays on SundaysAnd she overcomes her problemsMonday still, Father's somewhere in the back fieldThinking out loud that this ain't nothing newTime's been hard, you know, from the radioThe sand I've seenSo why don't we just go back homeWhy don't we just go back homeWhy don't we just go back home