Scooted outa Frisco over Route One-Oh-One,
Bummed a ride as far as San Jose,
Rode aboard a Greyhound till I run outa dough,
Landed on my can in Monterey!
But I see a lotta things along the way
And I did a lotta thinkin’ on the way.

I rode by a house
With the windows lighted up,
Lookin’ brighter than a Christmas tree,
And I said to myself
As I rode by myself,
Ev'rybody’s got a home but me.

I rode by a house
Where the moon was on the porch
And a girl was on her feller’s knee,
And I said to myself
As I rode by myself,
Ev'rybody’s got a home but me.

I am free,
And I’m happy to be free,
To be free in the way I want to be—

But once in a while,
When the road is kinda dark
And the end is kinda hard to see,
I look up and I cry
To a cloud goin’ by,
Won’t there ever be a home for me, somewhere?
Ev'rybody’s got a home but me.

I am free,
And I’m happy to be free,
To be free in the way I want to 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 the big empty sky,
Won’t there ever be a home for me, somewhere?
Ev'rybody’s got a home but me!