Big yellow moon, dark blue sky
Lighting up the mighty Mississippi
I'm headed home, I can't decide
If my heart is just too full or just too empty
Through the thousands of miles of the rivers and hills
And the highways I've come to know so well
I always knew I could fall back on you
Now it wouldn't matter which way I fell
Still, it's nice to keep moving, down the dotted line
Past the tractors in their amber waves of grain
If I keep my eyes open, take a little time
No two towns will ever look the same
I get a little local Polka show
And folks are friendly everywhere I go
Drank too much in Dayton, paid the whole next day
The snow in South Dakota was so dry it blew away
And it's not like someone's waiting when I get home anyway
So, I leave for Portland pretty soon, then down through Monterey
But right now this big old yellow moon is filling up the sky
And lighting up the mighty Mississippi