Bobby Bare

It was our twenty-fifth anniversary
And I was watching the Super Bowl
When suddenly she started cursing me
Hell, I almost dropped my remote control
And she said "That's that!" and grabbed her hat
And headed out into the snow
And that was almost two long years ago....

Now see her shuffling down the street
Combat boots on her dainty feet
Pushing her belongings in a cart from the A&P
See her b__ming cigarettes,
On the sidewalk where she sits
Lord, she'd rather be homeless, than here at home with me

She'd rather be sleeping in some doorway
Than lolling in the lap of luxury
And when the cold wind starts to blow
Lord, it hurts me so to know
She'd rather be homeless, than here at home with me

She said all my friends were dumb
And she called me "Yuppee scum!"
She said she didn't give a d___ 'bout my BMW or my AT&T
She said to take these credit cards of mine,
And stick'm where the sun don't shine
Cause she'd rather be homeless, than here at home with me

I see her sitting on her full length mink
And as I walk by she winks
Saying "Spare some change for a lady, a lady who's finally free"
She don't want my bonds and stocks,
Living in her cardboard box
Oh, She'd rather be homeless, than here at home with me

She'd rather eat soup down at the shelter
Than at the Country Club sipping fine Chablis
And as I throw her a dime
Lord, it breaks this heart of mine to know
She'd rather be homeless, than here at home with me

Yes, she'd rather be homeless, than here at home with me

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