Checking Out

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...