Everybody's Got a Home But Me
Scooted out of Frisco over route 101, Got a hitch as far as San Jose Rode aboard a Greyhound till I run out of dough Bid the bus good-bye at Monterrey... But I see a lot of things along the way And I did a lot of thinkin on the way. I rode by a house, with the windows lighted up Looking pretty as a Christmas tree And I said to myself, As I rode by myself Everybody's got a home but me. I rode by a house, where the moon was on the porch And the girl was on her fellas knee And I said to myself As I rode by myself Everybody's got a home but me. Im free and Im happy to be free. To be free in the way I wanna be. But once in a while, when Im talkin to myself And theres no one there to disagree I look up and I cry To a big empty sky Wont there ever be a home for me? Oh, Lord, Everybody's got a home but me.