Stomping Ground Lyrics

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