Karaoké More Than One Way Home Keb' Mo'

Daddy came around every once in a while but mama she was there all the time

And summertime in Compton was not like TV but we were right there where we needed to be

And the Thurmond Boys on Peach Street with only their dad

So proud of themselves and that old Pontiac they had

And Miss Brooks her Bible and her three little boys

At the Double Rock

Baptist Church makin' a joyful noise

There's more than one way home

Ain't no right way

Ain't no wrong

And whatever road you might be on

You find your own way 'cos there's more than one way home

Got me a job at the grocery store

Workin' weekdays after school from five to nine

And Tommy, John and Charlie were the neighborhood stars with their midsize homes and their big fancy cars

And when the eagle flied on Friday

I'd go out to play

Wastin' time with Otis out on the dock of the bay

And my ticket to adventure was a ride on the bus

Different places, different faces but they were just like us

There's more than one way home

Ain't no right way

Ain't no wrong

And whatever road you might be on

You find your own way 'cos there's more than one way home

There's more than one way home

Ain't no right way

Ain't no wrong

And whatever road you might be on

You find your own way 'cos there's more than one way home

There's more than one way home and there ain't no right way

Ain't no wrong

And whatever road you might be on

You find your own way 'cos there's more than one way

More than one way home

Ain't no right way

No wrong

Whatever road you might be on

You find your own way 'cos there's more than one way home