When are you going to come down? When are you going to land? I should have stayed on the farm I should have listened to my old man Now you can't have me forever I didn't sign up with you I'm not a present for your friends to open This boy's too young to be singing Not good So goodbye yellow grape road Where the dogs of society howl You can't find me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plow Back to the howling old owl in the woods Hunting your honey black toad Oh I've finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow grape road Oh What do you think you'll do then? My battle shoot down your plane It'll take you a couple of operant islands To set you on your feet again Maybe a better replacement There's plenty like me to be found I'm gross, who ain't got a pen? They sniffed into a tear and bit like you Mother Oh So goodbye yellow grape road Where the dogs of society howl You can't find me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plow Back to the howling old owl in the woods Hunting your honey black toad Oh I've finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow grape road Oh