WAY DOWN IN IOWA (I'm Going To Hide Away)
(Sam. M. Lewis, Joe Young / George W. Meyer, 1916)
I found a horse shoe yesterday;
It brought me good luck right away.
Now I'm not superstitious,
But my wishes all came true.
I went and rubbed a rusty nail,
And then I made a wish for mail.
Next day a letter said "you'd better come home without fail".
My palm was itching all last night,
That means I'll get my fare all right.
I found a four leaf clover,
Hard luck's over, me for home!
My ear is ringing like a bell,
That means the folks all wish me well.
Now I'm delighted, so excited, I could fairly yell.
I'm gonna hide away, on a little farm in Iowa;
I'm gonna ride away, on the road that leads to yesterday.
Why, I can almost picture dear old mother,
Sprinkling sugar on my bread and butter,
Way down in that town in Iowa.
Two heads are crowned with gray;
Oh! I owe them more than I can pay,
The fields of new mown hay just moan and say:
"Go home and stay;"
And when I get back with them both, I'll never leave,
I'll take an oath, I'll hide away, way down in Iowa.