I love those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people Who live in my home town Because those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people Will never, ever, let you down! They read the 'Good-Book' . . . from Fri 'till Monday That's how the weekend goes! I've got a 'dream-house' . . . I'll build there one day With a picket-fence . . . an' ramblin' rose! I feel so welcome . . . each time that I return That my happy heart keeps laughin' like a clown I love those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people Who live an' love in my home town! Instrumental break I love those people! Instrumental break I love those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people Who live in my home town Because those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people Will never, ever let you down! They read the 'Good-Book' . . . from Fri 'till Monday That's how the weekend goes! I've got a 'dream-house' . . . I'll build there one day With a picket-fence . . . and a ramblin' rose! Instrumental break I love the dear hearts . . . an' gentle people Who shout a friendly 'Hi' . . When they go pa**in' by . . Who live an' love in my home town! Instrumental break Ah! These are my kinda people!