Home Sick

I watch the clouds go rolling by
Still no rivers in my eye
No rolling winds to pull the dust
Of which I remember with a kind of lust

Back where I thought I was king
Where I did not fear the scorpions sting
I watched the clouds go rolling on high
In the place I called home before I said goodbye

I have new home here on another coast
But every once in awhile I will have a glass to toast
All the memories I can't seem to forget
Any time I have stand alone with a cigarette

Not all would remember it so fondly
A hard place to live so happily
But I tell you now it's isn't a trick
Every now and then I get home sick.