Dorothy - McKinley

I could build houses that wouldn’t bend with the breeze

Not like my own home of not so brave straw, with a wolf

Living in every part of the yard.

They don’t mean

To be greedy, that’s just what they are

Falling asleep I feel the walls bending

Close to a buckle.

Auntie Em, Auntie Em

God would you look what’s coming

This was no storm I could sleep through

Like some silly Dorothy, it blew

Holes in me before I could say, «There never was

A place, there never was a place like home.»

I was going to join Custer’s army or John Wayne’s posse

On my Bantan bike I’d ride away.

I never spoke

Of my plans to travel.

I was too afraid

I wouldn’t be begged to stay

Now falling asleep I feel the walls bending

Close to a buckle.

Auntie Em, Auntie Em

God would you look what’s coming

This is no storm I can sleep through

Like some silly Dorothy, it’ll blow

Holes in me before I can say, «There never was

A place, there never was a place like home.»