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I love those dear hearts . . . an’ gentle people,Who live in my home town,Because those dear hearts . . . an’ gentle people,Will never, ever, let you down!They read the ’good-book’ . . . from fri ’till monday,That’s how the weekend goes!I’ve got a ’dream-house’ . . . I’ll build there one day,With a picket-fence . . . an’ ramblin’ rose!I feel so welcome . . . each time that I return,That my happy heart keeps laughin’ like a clownI love those dear hearts . . . an’ gentle people,Who live an’ love in my home town!< instrumental break >I love those people!< instrumental break >I love those dear hearts . . . an’ gentle people,Who live in my home town,Because those dear hearts . . . an’ gentle people,Will never, ever let you down!They read the ’good-book’ . . . from fri ’till monday,That’s how the weekend goes!I’ve got a ’dream-house’ . . . I’ll build there one day,With a picket-fence . . . and a ramblin’ rose!< instrumental break >I love the dear hearts . . . an’ gentle people,Who shout a friendly ’hi’ . . .When they go passin’ by . . .Who live an’ love in my home town!< instrumental break >Ah! these are my kinda people!