Home Cookin’

Just can't wait to get home again
To that ole home cookin'
There she is in the kitchen door
“Hey, Hey good lookin'"
She says it’s all just cupboard luck
But she knows it isn't right
Part of my heart, my home girl
I just gotta get home tonight
Trucker’s tucker food to go
Twenty four hours a day
Grab the burger, get some chips
That's the only way
Tea or coffee in a cup
Made of plastic foam
Steak and eggs will fill you up
But they never tastes like home
Just can't wait to get home again
To that ole home cookin'
There she is in the kitchen door
She’s so good lookin'
Baking bread and beef steak
Makes a man feels the world alright
Part of my heart, my home girl
I just gotta get home tonight
Instrumental
Tank and tummy filled with tucker
Everywhere that you look
Neon signs that tell the tale
Everything’s home cooked
But there’s a difference they can’t help
Woo, it comes from up above
And you can even tell when things are seasoned
With your woman’s love
Just can't wait to get home again
To that ole home cookin'
There she is in the kitchen door
“Hey, Hey good lookin'"
She says it’s all just cupboard luck
But she knows that isn't right
Part of my heart, my home girl
I just gotta get home tonight
Part of my heart, my home girl
I just gotta get home tonight