You know it's hard to get back home,
Where the gra** is green, and the sun is warm —
Yeah, a home-cooked meal would sure taste good
And the night to spend with the ones you love.
Now, I had a pal, called her “Sweet Rose”
We used to meet down at the old d**tore,
And there's many a time I've walked her home
On Saturday night from the picture show —
But you know it's hard to get back home
And see things die that you once loved so —
Yeah, the barber shop has long been closed
Where we used to play 'round the peppermint pole.
Yeah, you know it's hard, to get back home . . .
The summer days, they were slow and long,
Where your mind was free, and your heart was strong,
And the sun went down through the waving corn.
Oh, you know it's hard to get back home,
And there ain't no way, it's been too long,
But if you see my pal, well, tell her “hello.”
I guess her name will still be Rose.