"Everybody's Got a Home But Me" by Eddie Fisher

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. 

Im free and Im happy to be free. 
To be free in the way I wanna be. 

But once in a while, when Im talkin to myself 
And theres 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.