"Home Street Home" lyrics - KING KOBRA

Home
Home

When I was ten, my old man split
My mama just couldn't deal with it
So I jumped onto a railroad car
And headed out west to be a rock star
Well, I got off in Hollywood
And I'd get out, baby, if I could
'Cause times is tough and my luck is bad
I ain't got no money and it makes me mad

So when you see me on the street
Just remember my shoes could be on your feet

And it's home street home
(Home, home)
Home street home, yeah
(Home, home)

Well, a buddy of mine went to Vietnam
And his own guys hit him with a shot of Napalm
Now he can't really breathe that well
And he can't get a job, but what the hell
His benefits ain't never come through
And I'm sure they were spent by you-know-who
I'd like to laugh, that'd be a switch
Ha, life ain't no joke, it's a bitch

And when you see him on the street
Just remember him shoes could be on your feet

And it's home street home, yeah
(Home, home)
Home street home
(Home, home)

Home street home, yeah
(Home, home)
Home sweet home
(Home, home)
Let me go on the street

Oh, home street home, baby
(Home, home)
Home street home
(Home, home)

He spends his time walking 'round the town
People see his shopping cart and they put him down
There's a home street home everywhere you go
He never made big but he can put on a show
He's got no rest, no fills, but he don't care
If he needs a place to sleep, he can go anywhere
He don't need to ask for spare change from you
Just appreciate what he goes through

And when you see him on the street
Just remember his shoes could be on your feet

And it's home street home, yeah
(Home, home)
Home street home, yeah
(Home, home)

Home street home, yeah
(Home, home)
Home street home, yeah
(Home, home)

Home street home, yeah
(Home, home)
Home street home, yeah
(Home, home)

Let me go on the street
Get tough!