Way back home - Bob Crosby

The guns are the shootiest the bombs are the boomiest the knives are the cutiest the peepz are the bloodiest. LOL.



The roads are the dustiest
The winds are the gustiest
The gates are the rustiest
The pies are the crustiest
The songs the lustiest
The friends the trustiest

Waaay back home (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 folks the happiest

Waaay back home
Dont' know why I left the homestead
I really must confess
I'm a weary exile
Singing my song of lone-li-ness

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

Waaay back home

(What about the sun?)
The sun's the blaziest (and the fields?)
Field's the daisiest (and the cows?
Cows the graziest (and the help?)
The help's the laziest.
The boys (are the witiest)
The girls (are the prettiest)

Waaay back home

(The pigs are the snootiest)
(The owls are the hootiest)
The plants the fruitiest
Stars the shootiest
(The grins the funniest)
The smiles the sunniest

Waaay back home
Dont' know why I left the homestead
I really must confess
I'm a weary exile
Singing my song of lone-li-ness

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

Waaay back (Waaay back)
Waaay back Home (No place like home)
Sweeeet home