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Jerry Reed

She'd Rather Be Homeless

 

She'd Rather Be Homeless

(album: Old Dogs - 1998)


It was our 25th anniversary and I was watching the SuperBowl
When suddenly she started cursing me. Hell, I almost dropped my remote control
And she said "That's that" and grabbed her hat and headed out into the snow
And that was almost two long years ago

Now see her shuffling down the street, Combat boots on her dainty feet
She said all my friends were dumb, And she called me "Yuppee scum"
I see her sitting on her full length mink, And as I walk by she winks

Pushing her belongings in a cart from the A&P
She said she didn't give a damn 'bout my BMW or my AT&T

Saying "Spare some change for a lady, a lady who's finally free"
See her bumming cigarettes, On the sidewalk where she sits
She said to take these credit cards of mine, And stick'm whar the sun don't shine
She don't want my bonds and stocks, Living in her cardboard box
Lord, she'd rather be homeless, than here at home with me
Cause she'd rather be homeless, than here at home with me
Oh, she'd rather be homeless, than here at home with me

She'd rather be sleeping in some doorway, Than lolling in the lap of luxury
She'd rather eat soup down at the shelter Than at the C.C. sipping fine Chablis
And when the cold wind starts to blow, Lord, it hurts me so to know
And as I throw her a dime, Lord, it breaks this heart of mine to know
She'd rather be homeless, than here at home with me
She'd rather be homeless, than here at home with me

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