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
Everybodys 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
Everybodys got a home but me

I'm free and I'm happy to be free
To be free in the way I 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
Wont there ever be a home for me?
Oh, Lord,
Everybodys got a home but me