Daddy came around every once in awhile
But momma, 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
Well 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
'Cause there's more than One way home
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 midsize homes
And their big fancy cars
And when the eagle flied on Friday
I'd go out and 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
Well 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
'Cause there's more than One way home