Way Back Home

The roads are the dustiest, the winds are the gustiest

The gates are the rustiest, the pies are the crustiest

The songs, the songs the lustiest

The friends, 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 jokes the snappiest

And the folks, the folks the happiest

Way back home

I don't know why I left the homestead

I really must confess

I'm just a weary exile

Singin' 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

The sun is the blaziest, the fields are the daisiest

The cows are the graziest, the help is the laziest

The boys, the boys the wittiest, the girls, the girls the prettiest

Way back home

The pigs are the snootiest, the owls are the hootiest

The plants are the fruitiest, the stars are the shootiest

The grins, the grins the funniest, the smiles, the smiles the sunniest

Way back home

I don't know why I left my homestead

I really must confess

I'm just a weary exile

Singin' my song of loneliness

The home food's the spreadiest, the old wine the heaviest

The old pals the readiest, the home gal the steadiest

The love, the love the liveliest, the life, the life the loveliest

Way back home