Quite Miss Home - Morris Mendez

I'm in the kitchen while you smoke outside You're careful not to let the smoke inside I always tell you it's poison But I know it helps you take the edge off the day We get a drink before it's closing time The one on High Street with the blinking sign All these memories feel poignant But I won't be there to see the snow melt away Oh-oh-oh I've been gone on business 'Cause I got to make some money I really feel the distance And I quite miss home And I miss you telling me To leave my shoes at the door 'Cause you just swept the floor and the dirt drives you crazy Yeah, I quite miss home 'Cause it feels like poetry As the rain falls down on the window While you're in my arms and we're watching the TV Yeah, I quite miss home Yeah, I quite miss home I smell you cooking from the living room And then I tell you that I love your food I know it doesn't come easy But you alone reminds me where I'm from Whoa I'm in another city I got nobody with me And it just really hit me That I quite miss home And I miss you telling me To leave my shoes at the door 'Cause you just swept the floor and the dirt drives you crazy Yeah, I quite miss home 'Cause it feels like poetry As the rain falls down on the window While you're in my arms and we're watching the TV Yeah, I quite miss home Yeah, I quite miss home Oh, yeah Yeah, I quite miss home Yeah, I miss you telling me To leave my shoes at the door 'Cause you just swept the floor and the dirt drives you crazy Yeah, I just miss home 'Cause it feels like poetry As the rain falls down on the window while you're in my arms And we're watching the TV Oh, I miss home Yeah, I quite miss home Yeah, I quite miss home Yeah Yeah, I quite miss home

I'm in the kitchen while you smoke outside You're careful not to let the smoke inside I always tell you it's poison But I know it helps you take the edge off the day We get a drink before it's closing time The one on high street with the blinking sign All of these memories feel poignant I won't be there to see the snow melt away, oh Yeah, I been gone on business I gotta make some money I really feel the distance And I quite miss home And I miss you telling me To leave my shoes at the door 'Cause you just swept the floor And the dirt drives you crazy Yeah, I quite miss home 'Cause it feels like poetry When the rain falls down on the window While you're in my arms And we're watching the TV Yeah, I quite miss home Yeah, I quite miss home I smell you cooking from the living room And then I tell you that I love your food I know it doesn't come easy But you know it reminds me where I'm from, oh I'm in another city I got nobody with me And it just really hit me That I quite miss home And I miss you telling me To leave my shoes at the door 'Cause you just swept the floor And the dirt drives you crazy Yeah, I quite miss home 'Cause it feels like poetry And the rain falls down on the window While you're in my arms And we're watching the TV Yeah, I quite miss home Yeah, I quite miss home And I quite miss home Yeah, I miss you telling me To leave my shoes at the door 'Cause you just swept the floor And the dirt drives you crazy Oh, I just miss home, no, no 'Cause it feels like poetry As the rain falls down on the window While you're in my arms And we're watching the TV Oh, I miss home Yeah, I quite miss home, no Oh, I quite miss home, yeah I quite miss home

When I was a baby boy, Me mammy said to me, "Don't mess around with them Irish Girls, They'll never let you be!" I went off to Dublin, To see what I could see... They filled me up with whiskey, boys! They never let me be! Chorus: I miss my home! The chimney stacks and the cobbled streets I roam, Wherever I go, when I find myself alone, I just close my eyes and the memories take me home. When I was a little boy, Me mammy said to me, Don't mess around with them French girls, they'll never let you be, I took a trip to Paris, France, To see what I could see... They filled me up with Ooh la la! They never let me be! Chorus When I was a young man, Me mammy said to me, Stay away from all those Yankee girls, They'll never let you be, So I went to New York City, To see what I could see, They put mustard on me hot dog, boys! They never let me be! Chorus It's finally plain to see, They'll never let you be, I should have listened to all the things, Me mammy said to me! Chorus: And now I am an old man, At the age of 93 I'm on my way to heaven, boys, To see what I can see, St. Peter's at them pearly gates, And as he opens up the door, He says you're not finished yet me b'yyyy! You're goin' back for more! Chorus