My Home Is In The Street - Merle Haggard

No sir, I’m not homeless, my home is in the street

I’m not some lonely person down there begging round your feet

Somehow we stay warm and cozy huddled in the wind

No sir, I’m not homeless, we just need a house to put it in

You see daddy lost his good job last November

And we were way behind on rent by then

Mom and dad said, «Baby, always hold your head up high

Yeah, and always keep your backside to the wind»

No sir, I’m not homeless, my home is in the street

I’m not some lonely person down there begging round your feet

Somehow we stay warm and cozy huddled in the wind

No sir, I’m not homeless, we just need a house to put it in

At first they looked just like another family down on their luck

Searching for shelter in a storm

But it was then I noticed something different

I think more in attitude than in appearance

And though it was rather cold that morning

As I stepped closer to their circle it seemed to radiate warmth

And in this little girls eyes were a light

And as I asked her about being homeless

She proudly raised her head and said it right

No sir, I’m not homeless, my home is in the street

We’re not some lonely people down here begging round your feet

Somehow we stay warm and cozy huddled in the wind

No sir, I’m not homeless, we just need a house to put it in