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Take me home I don't wanna roam no more
Well I've been from Boston to LA seen Boulder Dam and Frisco Bay
I been to New York City and Washington
Montreal and Saskatchewan (and Rhode Island)
And I've worked in three all night service stations and drove a truck
Take me home my heart is heavy and my feet are sore
Take me home I don't wanna roam no more
banjo
Well I've slept all night in a water trough
Had the flu and the croup and the whoopin' cough
I had the mumps and the measles and the seven years itch
And I can't count the times that I've had a cold (and a sore throat)
Not to mention all the times that I've cut my fingers on a sardine can
Take me home...
banjo
Well I can just see 'em all gatherin' round
Mama's supper table as the sun goes down
And my dear old daddy when the blessing is said
Fillin' up his plate with black eyed peas (and side meat)
And a great big hunk of my dear sweet mama's hot buttered cornbread
Take me home...
Take me home...