Checking out

Sometimes I don't recognize,

sometimes i don't recognize

he house I live in,

or the street that my house is on

Sometimes I don't recognize,

sometimes i don't recognize

the patterns on my shirt

or the way my shoes are tied

we know the way things go down,

we know a lot of people,

for people in a small town

we know a lot of people

we know the way things go down

Sometimes I don't recognize,

that leads me to be surprised,

on my way home I'm walkin' home

for the first time

Sometimes I don't sympathize

with all the sick and the tired,

whats in it being a bum,

whats in it being admired,

Some street go up, some go down

and it's just too much trouble,

we know the smells and the sound,

we know a lot of people,

we know the way things go down

well I can fight like the devil

or do what I'm told,

but one of these days momma

I've got to hit the road,

on my way home

Sometimes I don't recognize,

sometimes i don't recognize

the house I live in,

or the street that my house is on

Sometimes I don't recognize,

that leads me to be surprised,

on my way home I'm walkin' home

for the first time

Some street go up, some go down

and it's just too much trouble,

we know the way things go down,

for people in a small town

we pass a lot of people,

we know the way things go down

well I can fight like the devil

or do what I'm told,

but one of these days momma

I've got to hit the road,

on my way home

I'm comin home

I'm walkin home, coming home,

thats where I'm going.