Home Cookin’

Music & Lyrics: Chuck Knott

Home cookin’, home cookin’

When those dyin’ leaves have blown away

The city streets are all but bare

I pack a bag for a couple’a days

The railroad man collects his fare

That city baggage bound to weigh me down

Gotta split to save my hide

Then I know that I’m gonna go on that 

Train bound for the country side

I see bonfire smoke as I walk up the drive

The old, shot-out Ford in the yard

The smell of pot and apple pie

Our old dog on the porch, keeping guard

Pops hands me a beer, I kiss ma’ on the cheek

By the old piano in the living room

Then I know that I’ve come back home when I…

Play a few chords, make sure it’s still tuned

I come around around the holidays

We’ll dust a record off and hope it plays

When it’s good and done, I wanna get me some of that

Home cookin’ gonna warm my soul up right

Home cookin’ tonight

Home cookin’ gonna warm my soul up right

Home cookin’ tonight

Home cookin’, home cookin’

Home cookin, home cookin’

When it’s good and done, I wanna get me some of that

Home cookin’ gonna warm my soul up right

Home cookin’ tonight

Home cookin’ gonna warm my soul up right

Home cookin’ tonight