The roads are the dustiest
The winds are the gustiest
The gates are the rustiest
The pies are the crustiest
The songs
The songs the lustiest
The friends
The friends the trustiest
Way back home
The trees are the sappiest
The days are the nappiest
The dogs are the yappiest
The kids are the scrappiest
The jokes
The jokes the snappiest
And the folks
The folks the happiest
Way back home
I don't know why I left the homestead
I really must confess
I'm just a weary exile
Singing my song of loneliness
The gra** is the springiest
The bees are the stingiest
The birds are the wingiest
The bells are the ringiest
The hearts
The hearts the singiest
The arms
The arms the clingiest
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The sun is the blaziest
The fields are the daisiest
The cows are the graziest
The help is the laziest
The boys
The boys the wittiest
The girls
The girls are prettiest
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The pigs are the snootiest
The owls are the hootiest
The plants are the fruitiest
The stars are the shootiest
The grin
The grins the funniest
The smiles
The smiles the sunniest
Way back home
I don't know why I left the homestead
I really must confess
I'm just a weary exile
Singing my song of loneliness
The homefood's the spreadiest
The old wine the headiest
The old pals the readiest
The home gals the steadiest
The love
The love the liveliest
The life
The life the loveliest
Way back home