Sometimes I don't recognize
Sometimes i don't recognize
He house I live in
Or the street that my house is on

Sometimes I don't recognize
Sometimes i don't recognize
The patterns on my shirt
Or the way my shoes are tied

We know the way things go down
We know a lot of people
For people in a small town
We know a lot of people
We know the way things go down

Sometimes I don't recognize
That leads me to be surprised
On my way home I'm walkin' home
For the first time

Sometimes I don't sympathize
With all the sick and the tired
Whats in it being a bum
Whats in it being admired

Some street go up, some go down
And it's just too much trouble
We know the smells and the sound
We know a lot of people
We know the way things go down

Well I can fight like the devil
Or do what I'm told
But one of these days momma
I've got to hit the road
On my way home

Sometimes I don't recognize
Sometimes i don't recognize
The house I live in
Or the street that my house is on

Sometimes I don't recognize
That leads me to be surprised
On my way home I'm walkin' home
For the first time

Some street go up, some go down
And it's just too much trouble
We know the way things go down
For people in a small town
We pass a lot of people
We know the way things go down

Well I can fight like the devil
Or do what I'm told
But one of these days momma
I've got to hit the road
On my way home

I'm comin home
I'm walkin home, coming home
Thats where I'm goin....