Going Back To Tampa Lyrics

Billy Bratcher Going Back To Tampa

Now everybody knows I’m a travelling man
I’m out to San Francisco down the burning hand
Goin back to Tampa
Everything can be so fine
I’m going back to Tampa cause Tampa’s resting on my mind

I drove cross the country, sailed across the sea
I’m thinking all those lonely places where I long to be
Goin back to Tampa
Cause Tampa’s on my mind
I’m going back to Tampa, to the life I left behind

As black B triple oaster
You just might find a pearl
Barbecue at Stucky’s, where the pretty girl?
Goin back to Tampa
Everything can be so fine
I’m going back to Tampa to tease you off my mind

Well the salt is in the ocean, the wind is in the air
The sun is shining all the time, they’re fishing it away
Goin back to Tampa
Cause Tampa’s on my mind
I’m going back to Tampa where nothing is hard to find

Now everybody knows I’m a travelling man
I’m out to San Francisco down the burning hand
Goin back to Tampa
Everything can be so fine
I’m going back to Tampa cause Tampa’s resting on my mind