God Bless Our Mobile Home - Steve Goodman

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

Fiberglass 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