Way Back Home - Peggy Lee, Bing Crosby

The roads are the dustiest

The winds are the gustiest

The gates are the rustiest

The pies are the crustiest

The songs

The songs the lustiest

The friends

The friends the trustiest

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The trees are the sappiest

The days are the nappiest

The dogs are the yappiest

The kids are the scrappiest

The jokes

The jokes the snappiest

And the folks

The folks the happiest

Way back home

I don’t know why I left the homestead

I really must confess

I’m just a weary exile

Singing my song of loneliness

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

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The sun is the blaziest

The fields are the daisiest

The cows are the graziest

The help is the laziest

The boys

The boys the wittiest

The girls

The girls are prettiest

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The pigs are the snootiest

The owls are the hootiest

The plants are the fruitiest

The stars are the shootiest

The grin

The grins the funniest

The smiles

The smiles the sunniest

Way back home

I don’t know why I left the homestead

I really must confess

I’m just a weary exile

Singing my song of loneliness

The homefood’s the spreadiest

The old wine the headiest

The old pals the readiest

The home gals the steadiest

The love

The love the liveliest

The life

The life the loveliest

Way back home