WAY BACK HOME
Tom Waring, Al Lewis

as rec by Jack Cooper w Ambrose and His Orch (1935)


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

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 just 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 singiest, the arms the clingiest
'Way back home



(Transcribed by Sir Isaac - August 2012)