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Just Like Home
Published 1995 by Squeezemovan Music/BMI
Words and Music by Ponty Bone
There were pickup trucks and hot rods, up and down the road
Angels and Banditos were hangin' around the door
Inside, my band was loud and rocking out of control
You know I couldn't keep from thinking...Just Like Home.
We took a break, I went outside, the moon was full but sad
A girl who should've scared me asked for an autograph
I heard her boyfriend call her, she began to bear her soul
Guess I said it all when I signed that photo...Just Like Home.
By the time the moon was setting, the roadies' attitudes
Had gone from bad to fried to worse, blame it on the brew
No blood got shed, but a tattooed guy got shoved across the floor
Thought to myself as I made my exit...Just Like Home.
CHORUS:
People are where you find 'em
Paris, Texas or Paris, France
They all put one leg at a time in
Whatever they call their pants
The rich may have a heart of stone,
The poor may have a heart of gold
But, if you look too hard, you'll see right through it,
And it's...Just Like Home.
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