Lyrics Home Cookin' - War , Eric Burdon

Do you hear that sound?
That's the sound of feet
Running away from home
Little feet are always running away from home
They find bigger feet
And they usually end up gettin' 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 the good-lookin' women in my home town
I miss the home cookin' Mama that you lay down

I found myself on the Frisco Bay
(Oooo, ooo, ooo)
Gettin' high off the wind
A different chick every day
(Oooo, ooo, ooo)

It wasn't till I found myself down in Mexico way
With tears in my eyes I was heard to say
You know, you know
I miss the 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 lovin' every single last one

Yes, I miss the good-lookin' women of my home town
I miss the home cookin' Mama that you lay down
I miss the good-lookin' women of my home town

Old MacDonald had a farm on the farm
And he had women everywhere
Women, women everywhere
Women here, women there
Women everywhere
Women, women, women
Mmm, mmm
I miss the good-lookin' women of my home town
I miss the home cookin' women Mama that you lay down.