“Nostalgia Blues”
by Nate Marshall

I miss my family;
I miss you Ma and Pa.
These roads are infinite,
I-80 just keeps a-rollin’ on. 
This nostalgia is bleeding,
Bring it all back home.

This Midwest gets lonely;
the Great Plains are so broad.
I don’t see what’s so great, you know, 
but they’re plain, that’s for sure.
The corn in rows, forever it grows.
Bring it all back home.

Rollin’ in to sin city
saw twenty billboards, maybe more,
sayin’ “welcome back Mr. Las Vegas,”
Wayne Newton was 40 feet tall. (scary)
Lights, ladies, and slot-zombies,
bring it all back home.

I miss my mattress,
my back does feel the pain, yeah
a blanket and a backseat,
it just ain’t the same, no.
This mobile pad is a-getting’ bad,
bring it all back home.
 
Saw jagged canyons by moonlight,
deserts that lay dying beside the road,
Magnificent rivers a-ragin’,
glaciers sparkling in the cold.
This land I’ve flown but the engine’s blown,
Bring it all back home… (oo, home)