(Bobby E. Boyd/David Leone)
This small town ain`t such a bad little place
It`s home but I could sure use some place
City limit signs are closing in on me
There`s times I swear I can hardly breathe
I`m gonna pack my bags, say my good-byes
Get a map and close my eyes
Point my finger, let fate decide
Where I`m gonna land
I`m gonna hitch my wagon to a wandering star
A guy like me can sure get far
With a little gas and a credit card
Now that`s a plan
Yeah that`s a plan
These dirt roads all look the same
I wanna see the world from a faster lane
And I know for a while I`m gonna be big news
But life will get back like it was real soon
I`m gonna pack my bags, say my good-byes
Get a map and close my eyes
Point my finger, let fate decide
Where I`m gonna land
I`m gonna hitch my wagon to a wandering star
A guy like me can sure get far
With a little gas and a credit card
Now that`s a plan
Yeah that`s a plan
Well I`m sure I`ll come back here once again
When I finally settle down but till then
I`m gonna pack my bags, say my good-byes
Get a map and close my eyes
Point my finger, let fate decide
Where I`m gonna land
I`m gonna hitch my wagon to a wandering star
A guy like me can sure get far
With a little gas and a credit card
Now that`s a plan
Yeah that`s a plan
Now that`s a plan