Home Cookin' - War, Eric Burdon

You hear that sound

Thats the sound of little feet

Running away from home

Little feet are always running away from home

To find bigger feet

And they usually end up getting 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 good lookin' women in my home town

You know I miss warm cookin' mama, that you lay down

I found myself

On the 'frisco Bay

Getting high off the wind

A different chick every day

It wasn’t till I found

Myself down Mexico way

With tears in my eyes

I was hurt to?

You know, Lord I said…

I miss 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 loving every single last one

Yes, I miss good lookin' women in my home town

Yeah, you know I miss good lookin' women, that you lay down

You know I miss the good cookin' mama, that you used to lay down

You know I miss good lookin' women

Women, women, women, here women there women everywhere

Old MacDonald had a farm on the farm he had some women here

Women there women everywhere

Now, women, women

I miss good lookin' women in my hometown

I miss good lookin' women that I lay down…