Steve Goodman - God Bless Our Mobile Home lyrics

Every evenin' when the sky gets dark I meet my baby in the trailer park Her Mom and Dad don't have the slightest idea What their little girl is doin' out behind the water tank She was just a baby when her family hit the road, And travellin's the only life she‘s ever known Road map was her Bible and Momma sang this song went God Bless Our Mobile Home. And it`s hey, hey. hey for the open road again As we roll along the lonely metric miles And it's, hey, home is anyplace she's never been And she'll be home in just a little while Fibergla** curtains, aluminum sides, The furniture is genuine naugahide. Microwave kitchen in a compact space Decals and bumper stickers from everyplace She tells me she loves me But I know it can't last She's a girl with a portable past I'll wake up some morning and she'll be gone God bless her mobile home. And it`s hey, hey. hey for the open road again As we roll along the lonely metric miles And it's, hey, home is anyplace she's never been And she'll be home in just a little while Yes folks, I remember the first time I ever saw that girl And I know tonight there's a lot of lonely truckers and mobile home drivers all over this great land of ours In big rig truck stops and KOA camps all around the country Drinkin' their fifteenth cup of coffee and puttin' their cigarettes out in their mashed potatoes Each one of them dreamin' about that little sampler she knitted, The one that said "God Bless Our Mobile Home." And it`s hey, hey. hey for the open road again As we roll along the lonely metric miles And it's, hey, home is anyplace she's never been And she'll be home in just a little while