Home Cookin'
Eric Burdon Lyrics


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You hear that sound
That's the sound of little feet
Running away from home
Little feet are always running away from home
To find bigger feet
And they usually end up getting kicked in the head

I joined the navy at the age of seventeen
There were lots of places I had not been
I had a dream in my head about a little Japanese girl
And it wasn't till I sailed halfway 'round the world
You know, you know
I miss good lookin' women in my home town
You know I miss warm cookin' mama, that you lay down

I found myself
On the 'frisco Bay
Getting high off the wind
A different chick every day
It wasn't till I found
Myself down Mexico way
With tears in my eyes
I was hurt to ?
You know, Lord I said...
I miss good lookin' women in my home town
You know I miss the home cookin' mama, that you lay down

So here I am
A million miles away from home
But I really do believe someday my time will come
Then I'll return the prodigal son
Spend the rest of my days loving every single last one
Yes, I miss good lookin' women in my home town
Yeah, you know I miss good lookin' women, that you lay down
You know I miss the good cookin' mama, that you used to lay down
You know I miss good lookin' women
Women, women, women, here women there women everywhere
Old MacDonald had a farm on the farm he had some women here,
Women there women everywhere
Now, women, women




I miss good lookin' women in my hometown
I miss good lookin' women that I lay down....

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Home Cookin' by Eric Burdon talk about the universal longing for home and a sense of belonging. The song opens with the sound of little feet running away from home in search of something bigger and better, only to end up getting kicked in the head. Burdon then shares his own experiences of leaving home at a young age to join the Navy, and how his travels around the world made him realize how much he missed the good-looking women and home cooking of his hometown.


In the second verse, Burdon describes his wild adventures in San Francisco and Mexico, where he indulged in drugs and women but still felt a sense of emptiness and longing for what he left behind. The final verse brings the song full circle, with Burdon expressing his hope that someday he'll return home as a "prodigal son" and spend the rest of his days loving every single one of his fellow townspeople.


Overall, the song is a poignant reminder of the universal human desire for a place to call home and the things that make it special. Burdon's lyrics paint a vivid picture of his own experiences, but the emotions and themes are ones that anyone can relate to and feel deeply.


Line by Line Meaning

You hear that sound
The sound of little feet running away from home


That's the sound of little feet
Little feet are always running away from home


Running away from home
To find bigger feet and they usually end up getting kicked in the head


I joined the navy at the age of seventeen
There were lots of places I had not been


There were lots of places I had not been


I had a dream in my head about a little Japanese girl


And it wasn't till I sailed halfway 'round the world
That I found out dreams can come true


You know, you know


I miss good lookin' women in my home town


You know I miss warm cookin' mama, that you lay down


I found myself
On the 'frisco Bay


On the 'frisco Bay
Getting high off the wind, a different chick every day


Getting high off the wind


A different chick every day


It wasn't till I found
Myself down Mexico way


Myself down Mexico way
With tears in my eyes,I was hurt to


With tears in my eyes


I was hurt to


You know, Lord I said


So here I am
A million miles away from home


A million miles away from home
But I really do believe someday my time will come


But I really do believe someday my time will come
Then I'll return the prodigal son


Then I'll return the prodigal son
Spend the rest of my days loving every single last one


Spend the rest of my days loving every single last one


Yes, I miss good lookin' women in my home town


Yeah, you know I miss good lookin' women, that you lay down


You know I miss the good cookin' mama, that you used to lay down


Women, women, women, here women there women everywhere
Old MacDonald had a farm on the farm he had some women here, women there women everywhere


Old MacDonald had a farm on the farm he had some women here


Women there women everywhere


Now, women, women


I miss good lookin' women in my hometown


I miss good lookin' women that I lay down




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: SYLVESTER ALLEN, HAROLD RAY I. BROWN, MORRIS DEWAYNE DICKERSON, LE ROY L. JORDAN, CHARLES MILLER, LEE OSKAR, HOWARD E. SCOTT

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