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....