I don t want to be here no more
I don t want to be in New York
Everybody s running, Everybody s yelling
No, this aint the place for me

We made our way to the east coast
On a cold summer day
We took the fairy to Long Island
And boy did we have to pay
We took the train into the city

Hustled and bustled and made our way through the the city streets
Everybody is in a hurry
We went and saw central park and hurried to catch our train
We were late, Maybe it was just fate

I m done with that place
Yeah we got fucked over, that s the big apple for ya
So here we are back in Oregon
All we had to do was take the SHITTY ROAD HOME!
YEAH, YEAH, THE SHITTY ROAD HOME

Pay the tolls hit the pot holes, honk the horn
And take the shitty road home
The hustle and bustle of New York is too much for me
I know where I must be
Se ya latter Manhattan
See ya latter lady liberty

TAKE THE SHITTY ROAD HOME!!