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.
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