I watch the clouds go rolling by
Still no rivers in my eye
No rolling winds to pull the dust
Of which I remember with a kind of lust
Back where I thought I was king
Where I did not fear the scorpion\'s sting
I watched the clouds go rolling on high
In the place I called home before I said goodbye
I have a new home here on another coast
But every once in a while I will have a glass to toast
All the memories I can\'t seem to forget
Any time I have to stand alone with a cigarette
Not all would remember it so fondly
A hard place to live so happily
But I tell you now it\'s isn\'t a trick
Every now and then I get homesick.