Home Cookin'

Do you hear that sound? That's the sound of feet Running away from home Little feet are always running away from home They find bigger feet And they usually end up gettin' kicked in the head I joined the Navy at the age of seventeen There were lots of places I had not been I had a dream in my head about a little Japanese girl And it wasn't till I sailed halfway 'round the world You know, you know I miss the good-lookin' women in my home town I miss the home cookin' Mama that you lay down I found myself on the Frisco Bay (Oooo, ooo, ooo) Gettin' high off the wind A different chick every day (Oooo, ooo, ooo) It wasn't till I found myself down in Mexico way With tears in my eyes I was heard to say You know, you know I miss the good-lookin' women in my home town (You know) I miss the home cookin' Mama that you lay down So here I am A million miles away from home But I really do believe someday my time will come Then I'll return the prodigal son Spend the rest of my days lovin' every single last one Yes, I miss the good-lookin' women of my home town I miss the home cookin' Mama that you lay down I miss the good-lookin' women of my home town Old MacDonald had a farm on the farm And he had women everywhere Women, women everywhere Women here, women there Women everywhere Women, women, women Mmm, mmm I miss the good-lookin' women of my home town I miss the home cookin' women Mama that you lay down.