Lyrics:

Turn left at the old hotel
I know this boulevard much too well
It hasn't changed since I've been gone
Oh, this use to be my way home.

They paved the road thru the neighborhood
I guess the county finally fixed it good
It was gettin’ rough
Someone finally complained enough

Fight the tears back with a smile
Stop and look for a little while
Oh it's plain to see
The only thing missin’ is me

That's my house & that's my car
That's my dog in my back yard
There's the window to the room
Where she lays her pretty head
I planted that tree out by the fence
Not long after we moved in
That's my kids and that's my wife ("There's my kids", not "That's my kids")
Whose that man, runnin’ my life ("Who's", a contraction of "who is". Not the possessive "whose")

If I pulled in would it cause a scene? (misspelled plus ?)

They're not really expectin’ me

Those kids have been through hell (kids not kida)

I hear they've adusted well

Turn around in the nieghbor's drive
I'd be hard to recognize
In this pick-up truck
It's just an old fixerup (fixerup one word)

Drive away one more time

Lots of things runnin thru my mind (thru is known as a Tribune abbrev. s/b through)

I guess the less things change
The more they never semm the same (seem, not semm)

That's my house & that's my car
That's my dog in my back yard
There's the window to the room
Where she lays her pretty head
I planted that tree out by the fence
Not long after we moved in
That's my kids and that's my wife ("There's my kids", not "That's my kids")

Whose that man, runnin' my life (add ' to the end of words ending in -ing when
you drop the g) ("Who's", a contraction of "who is". Not the possessive "whose")