Going back to Humboldt, where the hills are green and gold
Going back to Humboldt, where the river runs deep and cold
Going back to Humboldt, where it's quiet at night
Going back to Humboldt, where they treat me right
I was raised up in the hills
Seven miles out an old dirt road
In a little cabin that my family built
Nothing there was up to code
My family, they were outlaws
Growing black market weed
Living close to the land
Was their only creed
But I had to get away
To find out what the world out there was like
Learn about these people
Living so-called normal lives
Pretending I fit in
Walking on a crowded street
Stepping over people
Living on the cold concrete
Going back to Humboldt, where the hills are green and gold
Going back to Humboldt, where the river runs deep and cold
Going back to Humboldt, where it's quiet at night
Going back to Humboldt, where they treat me right
Laying by the river
So happy just to be alive
But even out here in the hills
You need money to survive
Got a new girlfriend
She's got a little kid
I guess I'm gonna end up
Doing what my family did
Going back to Humboldt, where the hills are green and gold
Going back to Humboldt, where the river runs deep and cold
Going back to Humboldt, where it's quiet at night
Going back to Humboldt, where they treat me right