Well, now on the 4th of July they had a county fair, a man went up in a balloon, he was to
go on up through the clouds and make a circle around the moon, but when he got up about
eight miles high, the gas in that balloon, it went out.
He come down without a parachute, well, you oughta heard the people when they shout.
He said, well, I ain't got no particular spot for to land on when I fall, I may dive in
the river, may land upon the city hall, best of all that I could hope to land on would
be a haystack high like a tree.
Any old haystack that I land on would be a home sweet home to me.
Now my brother Bill to Texas went, it breaks my heart to say, cowboys caught him dead to
rice with a neighbor's horse one day, the vigilance committee called him up and put
a rope around his neck.
And when they pulled right down on that loopity-loop, then my poor brother Bill to be dead.
He said, well, I ain't got no particular limb for to hang from when I swing, judge told
me that I could have a choice, I just only asked for the same, I'd love to be hung up
on the gooseberry bush, I know what the finish would be.
Just any old limb that to hang me from would be a home sweet home to me.