Lyrics:

''Home Cookin''''**lf****lf**You hear that sound**lf**That''s the sound of little feet**lf**Running away from home**lf**Little feet are always running away from home**lf**To find bigger feet**lf**And they usually end up getting kicked in the head**lf****lf**I joined the navy at the age of seventeen**lf**There were lots of places I had not been**lf**I had a dream in my head about a little Japanese girl**lf**And it wasn''t till I sailed halfway ''round the world**lf**You know, you know**lf**I miss good lookin'' women in my home town**lf**You know I miss warm cookin'' mama, that you lay down**lf****lf**I found myself**lf**On the ''frisco Bay**lf**Getting high off the wind**lf**A different chick every day**lf**It wasn''t till I found**lf**Myself down Mexico way**lf**With tears in my eyes**lf**I was hurt to?**lf**You know, Lord I said...**lf**I miss good lookin'' women in my home town**lf**You know I miss the home cookin'' mama, that you lay down**lf****lf**So here I am**lf**A million miles away from home**lf**But I really do believe someday my time will come**lf**Then I''ll return the prodigal son**lf**Spend the rest of my days loving every single last one**lf**Yes, I miss good lookin'' women in my home town**lf**Yeah, you know I miss good lookin'' women, that you lay down**lf**You know I miss the good cookin'' mama, that you used to lay down**lf**You know I miss good lookin'' women**lf**Women, women, women, here women there women everywhere**lf**Old MacDonald had a farm on the farm he had some women here**lf**Women there women everywhere**lf**Now, women, women**lf**I miss good lookin'' women in my hometown**lf**I miss good lookin'' women that I lay down...**lf**