| The roads are the dustiest, The winds are the gustiest
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| The gates are the rustiest, The pies are the crustiest
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| The songs the lustiest, The friends the trustiest
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| Way back home
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| (Back home)
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| The trees are the sappiest, The days are the nappiest
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| The dogs are the yappiest, The kids are the scrappiest
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| the jokes the snappiest, the folks the happiest
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| Way back home
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| Don’t know why I left the homestead
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| I really must confess
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| I’m a weary exile
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| Singing my song of lonliness
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| The grass is the springiest, The bees are the stingiest
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| The birds are the wingiest, The bells are the ringiest
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| (the hearts) the hearts the singiest
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| (the arms) the arms the clingiest
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| Way back home
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| (What about the sun) The sun’s the blaziest
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| (And the fields) The field’s the daziest
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| (And the cows) The cow’s the graziest
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| (And the help) The help’s the laziest
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| The boys, Are the wittiest
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| The girls, Are the prettiest
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| Way back home
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| The pigs are the snootiest, The owls are the hootiest
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| The plant’s the fruitiest, The stars the shootiest
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| The grins the funniest, The smiles the sunniest
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| Way back home
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| Don’t know why I left the homestead
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| I really must confess
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| I’m a weary exile
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| Singing my song of lonliness
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| The food is the spreadiest, The wine is the headiest
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| The pals are the readiest, The gals are the steadiest
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| The love the livliest, The life the lovliest
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| Way back, way back, way back, home
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| (No place like home)
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| Home sweet home |