'Way Back Home 1935

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 30 Aug 2013
2013

I wrote a little song
a homesick little song
about a place I never
should have roamed from;
Skies are just a little brighter there
hearts are just a little lighter there.

The roads are the dustiest
the winds are the gustiest
the gates are the rustiest
the pies are the crustiest
the songs are 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 folk, 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!

The sun is the blaziest
the fields are the daisiest
the cows are the graziest
the help is the laziest
the boys the wittiest
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 funniest
the smiles the sunniest
'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 food is the spreadiest
the wine is the headiest
the pals are the readiest
the gals are the steadiest
the love the liveliest
the life the loveliest
'way back home!

A wanderer am I
beneath a foreign sky
a lonely soul
among a world of strangers,
from the pages of my memory
I can hear a voice reminding me.

The roads are the dustiest
the winds are the gustiest
the gates are the rustiest
the pies are the crustiest
the songs are 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 folk, 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!

The sun is the blaziest
the fields are the daisiest
the cows are the graziest
the help is the laziest
the boys the wittiest
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 funniest
the smiles the sunniest
'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 food is the spreadiest
the wine is the headiest
the pals are the readiest
the gals are the steadiest
the love the liveliest
the life the loveliest
'way back home!

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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'Way Back Home 1935
by Al Lewis & Tom Waring
© 1935 by Donaldson, Douglas & Gumble Inc. N.Y.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Friday 30 August 2013 at 18.42
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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