More Than One Way Home

Daddy came around
Every once in awhile
But momma, she was
There all the time
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 making a joyful noise
There's more than one way home
Ain't no right way
Ain't no wrong
Whatever road you might be on
You find your own way, 'cause
There's more than one way home
L got me a job at
The grocery store
Workin' weekdays
After school from 5 to 9
Tommy, John, and Charlie were
The neighborhood stars
With their mid-size homes
And their big, fancy cars
When the eagle flied on Friday
L'd go out to play
Wastin' time with Otis
Out on the dock of the bay
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
Find your own way, 'cause
There's more than one way

Well, there's more
Than one way home
And there ain't
No right way, no wrong
Whatever road you might be on
Well, you find your own way
'Cause there's more than one way
There's more than one way home
And there ain't no right way
Ain't no wrong
Whatever road you might be on
Well, you find your own way
'Cause there's more
Than one way home