The roads are the dustiest, the winds are the gustiest The gates are the rustiest, the pies are the crustiest The songs the lustiest, the friends the trustiest Way back home
(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 snappiest, the folks the happiest Way back home
Don't know why I left the homestead I really must confess I'm a weary exile Singing my song of loneliness
The grass 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 Way back home
(What about the sun) The sun's the blaziest (And the fields) The fields the daisiest (And the cows) The cows the graziest (And the help) The help's the laziest The boys (are the wittiest) The girls (are the prettiest) Way back home
(The pigs are the snootiest, the owls are the hootiest) The plants the fruitiest, the stars the shootiest (The grins the funniest), the smiles the sunniest Way back home
Don't know why I left the homestead I really must confess I'm a weary exile Singing my song of loneliness
The food is the spreadiest, the wine is the headiest The pals are the readiest, the gals are the steadiest The love the liveliest, the life the loveliest Way back, way back, way back home