Steve Goodman God Bless Our Mobile Home
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
