More Than One Way Home

Daddy came around

every once in awhile

But momma, she was

there all the time

Summertime in Compton

was not like TV

But we were right there

where we needed to be

And the Thurmond boys on

Peach Street with only their dad

So proud of themselves and

that old Pontiac they had

And Miss Brooks, her Bible

and her three little boys

At the Double Rock Baptist

Church making a joyful noise

There`s more than one way home

Ain`t no right way

ain`t no wrong

Whatever road you might be on

You find your own way, 'cause

there`s more than one way home

l got me a job at

the grocery store

Workin` weekdays

after school from 5 to 9

Tommy, John, and Charlie were

the neighborhood stars

With their mid-size homes

and their big, fancy cars

When the eagle flied on Friday

l`d go out to play

Wastin` time with Otis

out on the dock of the bay

My ticket to adventure

was a ride on the bus

Different places

different faces

But they were just like us

There`s more than one way home

Ain`t no right way

ain`t no wrong

And whatever road

you might be on

Find your own way, 'cause

there`s more than one way

Well, there's more

than one way home

And there ain't

no right way, no wrong

Whatever road you might be on

Well, you find your own way

'Cause there's more than one way

There`s more than one way home

And there ain't no right way

Ain't no wrong

Whatever road you might be on

Well, you find your own way

'Cause there's more

Than one way home