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.