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 snappiest, 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 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 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 singing
my song of loneliness.
The home food's the spreadiest, the old wine the headiest, the old pals the reddiest, the
home gals the steadiest, the love, the love the liveliest, the life, the life the loveliest
way back home.