In My Old Falcoon
by Jim Thompson
© 1983 James D. Thompson

Mr. Serviceman with your friendly star
I'm bringing in my beat-up car
I'll be leaving this town soon
Please change the oil, the plugs and points
Check the brakes and grease those joints,
I'm hitting the road in my old Falcoon.

I've been living in this town too long
It's been alright now it's all wrong,
'Bout time I changed my tune.
I'm leaving all the ones I love
Putting my faith in the Lord above,
I'm hitting the road in my old Falcoon.

Don't know exactly where I'm going,
Might stop and make some friends along the way,
Don't know how long I'll be gone for,
Don't know if I'll be back someday.

I headed south, and I headed west,
Looking for someplace I'd like best,
Just running away from ruin,
Never stay no place too long,
Spend the night and then I'm gone,
Hitting the road in my old Falcoon.

Ended up in Californ-eye-aye
Settled in and thought I'd stay
Singing underneath that Pacific moon,
But I can't say I'm really free
This restless feeling sticks with me
So I'm hitting the road in my old Falcoon.

Don't know exactly where I'm going,
Might stop and make some friends along the way,
Don't know how long I'll be gone for,
Don't know if I'll be back someday.

Now I've been driving all around the USA
Everybody's doing it the same old way
I ain't seen nothing new,
I'm starting to miss the ones I love
And I'm losing faith in the Lord above,
I'm hitting the road in my old Falcoon.

Now the radio's playing a country song,
Six days on the road, then you're home,
And I'm starting to sing that tune,
Gonna turn this rig around, push the pedal to the ground,
I'm heading home in my old Falcoon.
Yeah, I'm heading home in my old Falcoon.