Sure Reminds Me
The fake wood paneling on the closet reminds me of my Dad's old car
The lampshade reminds me of my Mom's long skirts she'd wear out in the yard
And the ceiling ain't made quite the same but it's got that nicotine glow
Yeah this hotel room ain't nowhere near it but it sure reminds me of home
Ooo... Yeah it sure reminds me of home.
The ashtray's made of the same ceramic as my sister's piggy bank.
And the boat in that sun-faded picture frame looks like the one my big brother sank.
Yeah with these four walls cavin' in on me, I only wish I had my own boat to row.
No it ain't anywhere near it but it sure reminds me of home.
Ooo... Yeah it sure reminds me of home.
Yeah these eggs... they sure taste like rubber and I only wish the bacon would too...
I'm a hundred and fifty thousand miles away but this place sure reminds me of you...
Yeah this place sure reminds me of you...
The fake wood paneling on the closet door...
reminds me of my Dad's old car.
The lampshade... of my Mom's long skirts
She'd wear gardening in the yard
Yeah these miles are gonna drive me crazy...
if the memories don't
Yeah this hotel room ain't nowhere near it but it sure reminds me of home...
Ooo... Yeah it sure reminds me of home.
Ooo... Yeah it, it sure reminds me of home.
I'm comin' home.
The lampshade reminds me of my Mom's long skirts she'd wear out in the yard
And the ceiling ain't made quite the same but it's got that nicotine glow
Yeah this hotel room ain't nowhere near it but it sure reminds me of home
Ooo... Yeah it sure reminds me of home.
The ashtray's made of the same ceramic as my sister's piggy bank.
And the boat in that sun-faded picture frame looks like the one my big brother sank.
Yeah with these four walls cavin' in on me, I only wish I had my own boat to row.
No it ain't anywhere near it but it sure reminds me of home.
Ooo... Yeah it sure reminds me of home.
Yeah these eggs... they sure taste like rubber and I only wish the bacon would too...
I'm a hundred and fifty thousand miles away but this place sure reminds me of you...
Yeah this place sure reminds me of you...
The fake wood paneling on the closet door...
reminds me of my Dad's old car.
The lampshade... of my Mom's long skirts
She'd wear gardening in the yard
Yeah these miles are gonna drive me crazy...
if the memories don't
Yeah this hotel room ain't nowhere near it but it sure reminds me of home...
Ooo... Yeah it sure reminds me of home.
Ooo... Yeah it, it sure reminds me of home.
I'm comin' home.
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Writer(s): Luc Normand
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