It was our 25th anniversary
And I was watchin' the Super Bowl
When suddenly she started cursin' me
Hell I almost dropped my remote controlAnd she said that's that
And grabbed her hat
And headed out into the snow
And that was almost two long years agoNow see her shufflin' down the street
Combat boots on her dainty feet
Pushin' her belongings
In a cart from the A&PSee her bummin' cigarettes
On the sidewalk where she sits
Lord she'd rather be homeless
Than here at home with meShe'd rather be sleepin' in some doorway
Than lollin' 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 meShe said all my friends were dumb
And she called me yuppie scum
She said she didn't give a damn
'Bout my BMW, or my AT&T
She said I could take these credit cards of mine
And stick 'em where the sun don't shine
'Cause she'd rather be homeless
Than here at home with meI see her sittin' on her full length mink
And as I walk by she winks
Sayin' spare some change for a lady
A lady who's finally free
She don't want my bonds and stocks
Livin' in her cardboard box
Oh she'd rather be homeless
Than here at home with meShe'd rather eat soup down at the shelter
Than at the country club sippin' 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
Yeah she'd rather be homeless
Than here at home with me
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