HOME SWEET HOME

Don't come closer, stay away

a rifle slug might go astray 

a trusting soul, I am not

need my space, when growing my pot

don't need a hassle, I've had my fill

it's just me, the cat and my moonshine still

Done my time, shared my views

just don't care about everyday news

one old cot on which I crash

every Sunday, smoke some hash

feed my cat once a day

took her in, an ugly old stray

My life now simple, free of stress

don't give a damn about the IRS

you won't find me in the book

don't give a shit how hard you look

did my tour with Uncle Sam

served my Country, followed his plan

Now I'm home in one piece

violence and war, now has ceased

going about my daily chores

with only the wind knocking at my door

my quiet home, a no-where place

just the laws of nature, for me to face

©Chuck Preston 9-2-2002