Hang around, Willie Boy, don't you raise the sails anymore
It's for sure, I've spent my whole life at sea
And I'm pushin' age seventy three
Now there's only one place that was meant for me

Oh, to be home again, down in old Virginny
With my very best friend, they call him Ragtime Willie
We're gonna soothe away the rest of our years
We're gonna put away all of our tears
That big rockin' chair won't go nowhere

Slow down, Willie Boy, your heart's gonna give right out on you
It's true, and I believe I know what we should do
Turn the stern and point to shore
The seven seas won't carry us no more

Oh, to be home again, down in old Virginny
With my very best friend, they call him Ragtime Willie
I can't wait to sniff that air
Dip'n snuff, I won't have no care
That big rockin' chair won't go nowhere

Hear the sound, Willie Boy, the Flyin' Dutchman's on the reef
It's my belief we've used up all our time
This hill's to steep to climb
And the days that remain ain't worth a dime

Oh, to be home again, down in old Virginny
With my very best friend, they call him Ragtime Willie
Would-a be nice just t'see the folks
Listen once again to the stale jokes
That big rockin' chair won't go nowhere

I can hear something calling on me
And you know where I want to be
Oh Willie, don't you hear that sound
(Home again, down in old Virginny)
I just want to get my feet back on the ground
(Home again, down in old Virginny)
I'd love to see my very best friend
They call him Ragtime Willie
I believe old rockin chair's got me
(Home again)

© Canaan Music, Inc. 1970. Performed by The Band. Written by J.R. Robertson.