Home Cookin' - Slim Dusty

Just can’t wait to get home again

To that ole home cookin'

There she is in the kitchen door

«Hey, Hey good lookin'»

She says it’s all just cupboard luck

But she knows it isn’t right

Part of my heart, my home girl

I just gotta get home tonight

Trucker’s tucker food to go

Twenty four hours a day

Grab the burger, get some chips

That’s the only way

Tea or coffee in a cup

Made of plastic foam

Steak and eggs will fill you up

But they never tastes like home

Just can’t wait to get home again

To that ole home cookin'

There she is in the kitchen door

She’s so good lookin'

Baking bread and beef steak

Makes a man feels the world alright

Part of my heart, my home girl

I just gotta get home tonight

Instrumental

Tank and tummy filled with tucker

Everywhere that you look

Neon signs that tell the tale

Everything’s home cooked

But there’s a difference they can’t help

Woo, it comes from up above

And you can even tell when things are seasoned

With your woman’s love

Just can’t wait to get home again

To that ole home cookin'

There she is in the kitchen door

«Hey, Hey good lookin'»

She says it’s all just cupboard luck

But she knows that isn’t right

Part of my heart, my home girl

I just gotta get home tonight

Part of my heart, my home girl

I just gotta get home tonight