Sweatin' like the devil in this Florida heat
Gettin' minimum pay to minimum sleep
Yeah, this kind of life, it ain't for the weak
It's hard to get up and go when it's a hundred degrees
But it's home
Yeah, it feels like home to me
I'm the son of a saint and the son of a gun
Watch where you aim, you might shoot someone
We like to make good love and take our sweet time
Sure to thank the Lord above for this sweet wine
Yeah, it's home
Yeah, yeah, it feels like home to me
Saw on it boys
Home
Yeah, it feels like home to me
Home to me, sweet, sweet home to me
Yeah, it feels like home to me
Yeahhhhh