Scooted out of Frisco over route 101,
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Got a hitch as far as San Jose
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Rode aboard a Greyhound till I run out of dough
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Bid the bus good-bye at Monterrey...
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But I see a lot of things along the way
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And I did a lot of thinkin on the way.
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I rode by a house, with the windows lighted up
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Looking pretty as a Christmas tree
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And I said to myself,
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As I rode by myself
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Everybody's got a home but me.
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I rode by a house, where the moon was on the porch
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And the girl was on her fellas knee
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And I said to myself
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As I rode by myself
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Everybody's got a home but me.
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Im free and Im happy to be free.
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To be free in the way I wanna be.
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But once in a while, when Im talkin to myself
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And theres no one there to disagree
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I look up and I cry
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To a big empty sky
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Wont there ever be a home for me?
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Oh, Lord,
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Everybody's got a home but me.
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Everybody's Got A Home But Me
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| Eddie Fisher |
