Way Back Home

Way Back Home - Al Simmons

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Roads are the dustiest

Winds are the gustiest

Gates are the rustiest

Pies are the crustiest

The songs are the lustiest

The friends are trustiest

Way way back home

Trees are the sappiest

Days are the nappiest

Dogs are the yappiest

Toes are the tappiest

The jokes the snappiest

The folks the happiest

Way back home

Don't know why I left my homestead

I really must confess

I'm just a weary exile singing my song

Of loneliness

Grass is the greeniest

Beans are the stringiest

Birds are the wingiest

Bells are the ringiest

The hearts are the singiest

The arms the clingiest

Way back home

I sing a little song a homesick little song

About a place I never should have roamed from

Skies are brighter there hearts are lighter there

I can hear a voice calling me back there

Roads are dusty

Winds are gusty

Gates are the rustiest

Friends the trustiest

Way way back home

Trees are sappy

Days are nappy

Dogs are the yappiest

Folks are the happiest

Way back home

I don't know why I left my homestead

I really must confess

I'm just a weary exile singing my song

I'm singing my song of loneliness

Food is the spreadiest

Cabbage is the headiest

Hands are the steadiest

Z's are the zediest

The lovin's lively

The life is lovely

Remember the Red River valley

Folks are yearning for my returnin'

Way back home