Home Is Where We Park the House

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Home Is Where We Park the HouseUseta sing n play guitar, stomp my boots in roadside barsSoundin’ like a one-man bandSoak up applause n beer, grab my check and gearLoad up my old vanRollin’ from I-10 to Route 66With friends like The Eagles’ Greatest HitsRidin’ for hours felt like a night at the RitzPull off on the side of lonely state highwaysHold my six-string like a lady and say“Home is where we park the houseI know I’ll never regret itThere’s always a highway, that’s headed my wayEven when I’m not sure where I’m headedBut my heart is with my songsSo Honey there ain’t no doubtHome is where we park the house”Sometimes I miss that van, even though my fansWave when my tourbus goes byBut night after night, I still feel like I’m the same old guyBought my folks a nice place down southFin’lly can afford my own big houseBut it's like I’m still livin’ hand to mouthCos I’m whistlin’ Take It Easy in back of this rigTunin’ my guitar headin’ for tomorrow’s gigchorusWell, I’ve been a backroad gypsy since my youthTruckers n bikers and midnight riders Know my songs have the ring of truthchorus©2007 Robert George