Stomping Ground

A highway through the mountains to Nevada
Made my way from Oakland in the alleys
Through the pine trees on the peaks and rivers in the valleys
I'm coming home

Through the Donner Pass in the summertime
Away from Lake Tahoe, the birds, they fly
The elevation climbs
Driving into the sun, my mind goes blind
I'm coming home

I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Alone

Through the land of brothels in Winnemucca
To the unmistakable peaks of the Rubies
Church grounds with overgrowth run amok
Underneath the skies of salt run by floozies

'Tis stomping ground
Mormon country and flats for miles all around
I am everything, I am not lost nor found
I return home to the saccharine smiles, I'm coming home

I'm coming home
I've been on the road for too long, oh

I'm coming home
I'm coming home

I've been on the road
Tearing it up
On four wheels

Goin' for miles
And I can't go

Home



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Bryan
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