| Daddy came around
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| Every once in awhile
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| But momma, she was
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| There all the time
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| Summertime in Compton
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| Was not like TV
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| But we were right there
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| Where we needed to be
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| And the Thurmond boys on
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| Peach Street with only their dad
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| So proud of themselves and
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| That old Pontiac they had
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| And Miss Brooks, her Bible
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| And her three little boys
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| At the Double Rock Baptist
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| Church making a joyful noise
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| There’s more than one way home
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| Ain’t no right way
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| Ain’t no wrong
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| Whatever road you might be on
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| You find your own way, 'cause
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| There’s more than one way home
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| L got me a job at
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| The grocery store
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| Workin' weekdays
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| After school from 5 to 9
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| Tommy, John, and Charlie were
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| The neighborhood stars
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| With their mid-size homes
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| And their big, fancy cars
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| When the eagle flied on Friday
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| L’d go out to play
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| Wastin' time with Otis
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| Out on the dock of the bay
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| My ticket to adventure
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| Was a ride on the bus
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| Different places
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| Different faces
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| But they were just like us
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| There’s more than one way home
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| Ain’t no right way
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| Ain’t no wrong
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| And whatever road
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| You might be on
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| Find your own way, 'cause
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| There’s more than one way
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| Well, there’s more
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| Than one way home
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| And there ain’t
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| No right way, no wrong
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| Whatever road you might be on
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| Well, you find your own way
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| 'Cause there’s more than one way
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| There’s more than one way home
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| And there ain’t no right way
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| Ain’t no wrong
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| Whatever road you might be on
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| Well, you find your own way
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| 'Cause there’s more
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| Than one way home |