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THERES NO PLACE LIKE HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS
Writers Robert Allen, Al Stillman
Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays 'cause no matter how far away you roam When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze For the holidays, you can't beat home, sweet home I met a man who lives in Tennessee and he was headin' for Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie >From Pennsylvania folks are trav'lin' down to Dixie's sunny sh*re >From Atlantic to Pacific, gee, the traffic is terrific Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays 'cause no matter how far away you roam If you want to be happy in a million ways For the holidays, you can't beat home, sweet home (Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays) <instrumental second line> (When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze) <instrumental fourth line> I met a man who lives in Tennessee and he was headin' for Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie >From Pennsylvania folks are trav'lin' down to Dixie's sunny sh*re >From Atlantic to Pacific, gee, the traffic is terrific Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays 'cause no matter how far away you roam If you want to be happy in a million ways For the holidays, you can't beat home, sweet home For the holidays, you can't beat home, sweet home