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The roads are the dustiest, the winds are the gustiestThe gates are the rustiest, the pies are the crustiestThe songs the lustiest, the friends the trustiestWay back home(Back home)The trees are the sappiest, the days are the nappiestThe dogs are the yappiest, the kids are the scrappiestThe jokes the snappiest, the folks the happiestWay back homeDon't know why I left the homesteadI really must confessI'm a weary exileSinging my song of lonelinessThe grass is the springiest, the bees are the stingiestThe birds are the wingiest, the bells are the ringiest(The hearts) the hearts the singiest(The arms) the arms the clingiestWay back home(What about the sun?) The sun's the blaziest(And the fields?) The fields the daisiest(And the cows?) The cows the graziest(And the help?) The help's the laziestSongtexteThe boys (are the wittiest)The girls (are the prettiest)Way back home(The pigs are the snootiest, the owls are the hootiest)The plants the fruitiest, the stars the shootiest(The grins the funniest), the smiles the sunniestWay back homeDon't know why I left the homesteadI really must confessI'm a weary exileSinging my song of lonelinessThe food is the spreadiest, the wine is the headiestThe pals are the readiest, the gals are the steadiestThe love the liveliest, the life the loveliestWay back, way back, way back, home(No place like home)Sweet home Aus Songtexte Mania