Daddy came around every once in a while 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 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 And 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 to 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 Well, there's more than one way home Ain't no right way, ain't no wrong Whatever road you might be on You find your own way 'cause there's more than one way home There's more than one way home And there ain't no right way, ain't no wrong Whatever road you might be on You find your own way 'cause there's more than one way home More than one way home Ain't no right way, no wrong Whatever road you might be on You find your own way 'cause there's more than one way home