Dave:This is the Grateful Dead's version:
Man comes home from work at night,
hungry and he wants to eat
His wife is lying piled in the bed,
lying there sound asleep
He gets so mad that he tears his hair,
swears and declares that he won't stay there.And the man that wrote the Home Sweet Home,
never was a married man
He never had no loving wife,
to greet him with a frying pan
She'll meet you at the door when you go to come in
and knock you down with a rolling pin
And the man that wrote the Home Sweet Home,
never was a married man.A man comes home from work at night,
tired and he goes to bed
Baby's lying there in the cradle,
screaming loud enough to wake the dead
He sits and rocks for about an hour,
with never a hand to help prepare.And the man that wrote the Home Sweet Home,
never was a married man
He never had no loving wife,
to greet him with a frying pan
She'll meet you at the door when you go to come in
and knock you down with a rolling pin
And the man that wrote the Home Sweet Home,
never was a married man.
Ed