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 ran outta dough

Bid the bus goodbye at Monterey

But I seen 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

Lookin' 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 fella's knee

And I said to myself

As I rode by myself

Everybody's got a home but me



I am free and I'm happy

To be free

(To be free)

(To be free)

To be free in the way

I wanna be

(Wanna be)

(Wanna be)



But once in a while

When I'm talkin' to myself

And there's no one there to disagree

I look up and I cry

To a big empty sky

Won't there ever be

A home for me somewhere

Everybody's got a home but me