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.