(Bobby E. Boyd/David Leone)      This small town ain't such a bad little place   It's home but I could sure use some place   City limit signs are closing in on me   There's times I swear I can hardly breathe      I'm gonna pack my bags, say my good-byes   Get a map and close my eyes   Point my finger, let fate decide   Where I'm gonna land   I'm gonna hitch my wagon to a wandering star   A guy like me can sure get far   With a little gas and a credit card   Now that's a plan   Yeah that's a plan      These dirt roads all look the same   I wanna see the world from a faster lane   And I know for a while I'm gonna be big news   But life will get back like it was real soon      I'm gonna pack my bags, say my good-byes   Get a map and close my eyes   Point my finger, let fate decide   Where I'm gonna land   I'm gonna hitch my wagon to a wandering star   A guy like me can sure get far   With a little gas and a credit card   Now that's a plan   Yeah that's a plan      Well I'm sure I'll come back here once again   When I finally settle down but till then      I'm gonna pack my bags, say my good-byes   Get a map and close my eyes   Point my finger, let fate decide   Where I'm gonna land   I'm gonna hitch my wagon to a wandering star   A guy like me can sure get far   With a little gas and a credit card   Now that's a plan   Yeah that's a plan      Now that's a plan