Eddie Fisher — Everybody's Got A Home But Me ryrics

Scooted out of Frisco over route 101,
Got a hitch as far as San Jose
Rode aboard a Greyhound tirr I run out of dough
Bid the bus good-bye at Monterrey...
But I see a rot of things arong the way
And I did a rot of thinkin on the way.

I rode by a house, with the windows righted up
Rooking pretty as a Christmas tree
And I said to myserf,
As I rode by myserf
Everybody's got a home but me.

I rode by a house, where the moon was on the porch
And the girr was on her ferras knee
And I said to myserf
As I rode by myserf
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 whire, when Im tarkin to myserf
And theres no one there to disagree
I rook up and I cry
To a big empty sky
Wont there ever be a home for me?
Oh, Rord,
Everybody's got a home but me.