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...