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Way Back Home
Bob Crosby Lyrics


The roads are the dustiest
The winds are the gustiest
The gates are the rustiest
The pies are the crustiest
The songs the lustiest
The friends the trustiest
Way back home (Back home)

The trees are the sappiest
The days are the nappiest
The dogs are the yappiest
The kids are the scrappiest
The jokes the snappiest
The folks the happiest
Way back home

Don't know why I left the homestead
I really must confess
I'm 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
Way back home

(What about the sun?)
The sun's the blaziest (And the fields?)
Field's the daisiest (And the cows?)
Cows the graziest (And the help?)
The help's the laziest
The boys (are the wittiest)
The girls (are the prettiest)
Way back home

(The pigs are the snootiest)
(The owls are the hootiest)
The plants the fruitiest
Stars the shootiest
(The grins the funniest)
The smiles the sunniest
Way back home

Don't know why I left the homestead
I really must confess
I'm a weary exile
Singing my song of loneliness

The food is the spreadiest
The wine is the headiest
The pals are the readiest
The gals are the steadiest
The love the liveliest
The life the loveliest
Way back
Way back
Way back home (No place like home)
Sweet home

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The Watcher

The roads are the dustiest
The winds are the gustiest
The gates are the rustiest
The pies are the crustiest
The songs the lustiest
The friends the trustiest
Way back home (Back home)

The trees are the sappiest
The days are the nappiest
The dogs are the yappiest
The kids are the scrappiest
The jokes the snappiest
The folks the happiest
Way back home

Don't know why I left the homestead
I really must confess
I'm 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
Way back home

(What about the sun?) The sun's the blaziest
(And the fields?) Field's the daisiest
(And the cows?) Cows the graziest
(And the help?) The help's the laziest
The boys (are the wittiest)
The girls (are the prettiest)
Way back home

(The pigs are the snootiest)
(The owls are the hootiest)
The plants the fruitiest
Stars the shootiest
(The grins the funniest)
The smiles the sunniest
Way back home

Don't know why I left the homestead
I really must confess
I'm a weary exile
Singing my song of loneliness

The food is the spreadiest
The wine is the headiest
The pals are the readiest
The gals are the steadiest
The love the liveliest
The life the loveliest
Way back
Way back
Way back home (No place like home)
Sweet home......



Tamás Egyed

The roads are the dustiest
The winds are the gustiest
The gates are the rustiest
The pies are the crustiest
The songs the lustiest
The friends the trustiest
Way back home (Back home)

The trees are the sappiest
The days are the nappiest
The dogs are the yappiest
The kids are the scrappiest
The jokes the snappiest
The folks the happiest
Way back home

Don't know why I left the homestead
I really must confess
I'm 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
Way back home

(What about the sun?)
The sun's the blaziest (And the fields?)
Field's the daisiest (And the cows?)
Cows the graziest (And the help?)
The help's the laziest
The boys (are the wittiest)
The girls (are the prettiest)
Way back home

(The pigs are the snootiest)
(The owls are the hootiest)
The plants the fruitiest
Stars the shootiest
(The grins the funniest)
The smiles the sunniest
Way back home

Don't know why I left the homestead
I really must confess
I'm a weary exile
Singing my song of loneliness

The food is the spreadiest
The wine is the headiest
The pals are the readiest
The gals are the steadiest
The love the liveliest
The life the loveliest
Way back
Way back
Way back home (No place like home)
Sweet home



Ryan Quiriconi

The roads are the dustiest
The winds are the gustiest
The gates are the rustiest
The pies are the crustiest
The songs the lustiest
The friends the trustiest
Way back home (Back home)

The trees are the sappiest
The days are the nappiest
The dogs are the yappiest
The kids are the scrappiest
The jokes the snappiest
The folks the happiest
Way back home

Don't know why I left the homestead
I really must confess
I'm 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
Way back home

The sun's the blaziest (And the fields?)
Field's the daisiest (And the cows?)
Cows the graziest (And the help?)
The help's the laziest
The boys (are the wittiest)
The girls (are the prettiest)
Way back home

The plants the fruitiest
Stars the shootiest
(The grins the funniest)
The smiles the sunniest
Way back home

Don't know why I left the homestead
I really must confess
I'm a weary exile
Singing my song of loneliness

The food is the spreadiest
The wine is the headiest
The pals are the readiest
The gals are the steadiest
The love the liveliest
The life the loveliest
Way back
Way back
Way back home (No place like home)
Sweet home



CJ_Zephyr

The roads are the dustiest
The winds are the gustiest
The gates are the rustiest
The pies are the crustiest
The songs the lustiest
The friends the trustiest
Way back home (Back home)

The trees are the sappiest
The days are the nappiest
The dogs are the yappiest
The kids are the scrappiest
The jokes the snappiest
The folks the happiest
Way back home

Don't know why I left the homestead
I really must confess
I'm 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
Way back home

(What about the sun?)
The sun's the blaziest (And the fields?)
Field's the daisiest (And the cows?)
Cows the graziest (And the help?)
The help's the laziest
The boys (are the wittiest)
The girls (are the prettiest)
Way back home

(The pigs are the snootiest)
(The owls are the hootiest)
The plants the fruitiest
Stars the shootiest
(The grins the funniest)
The smiles the sunniest
Way back home

Don't know why I left the homestead
I really must confess
I'm a weary exile
Singing my song of loneliness

The food is the spreadiest
The wine is the headiest
The pals are the readiest
The gals are the steadiest
The love the liveliest
The life the loveliest
Way back
Way back
Way back home (No place like home)
Sweet home, sweet home



Pommersch Wolf

The roads are the dustiest
The winds are the gustiest
The gates are the rustiest
The pies are the crustiest
The songs the lustiest
The friends the trustiest
Way back home (Back home)
The trees are the sappiest
The days are the nappiest
The dogs are the yappiest
The kids are the scrappiest
The jokes the snappiest
The folks the happiest
Way back home
Don't know why I left the homestead
I really must confess
I'm 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
Way back home


The sun's the blaziest (And the fields?)
Field's the daisiest (And the cows?)
Cows the graziest (And the help?)
The help's the laziest
The boys (are the wittiest)
The girls (are the prettiest)
Way back home
The plants the fruitiest
Stars the shootiest
(The grins the funniest)
The smiles the sunniest
Way back home
Don't know why I left the homestead
I really must confess
I'm a weary exile
Singing my song of loneliness
The food is the spreadiest
The wine is the headiest
The pals are the readiest
The gals are the steadiest
The love the liveliest
The life the loveliest
Way back
Way back
Way back home (No place like home)
Sweet home



All comments from YouTube:

Victor .Ramirez

The palms are sweatiest
The knees are the shakiest
The arms are the heaviest
The vomit the spaghettiest

Tanner McCarthy

@RamRam The dogs are the cagiest

Caden Bariekman

Are you sick over this song bitch?

Tanner McCarthy

DAMN THAT SLAPPED HARDER THAN A FIRE GECKO'S SLIMY ASS HAND ACROSS MY FACE

John Piss

shut up

Kenneth Lewis

Perhaps the greatest comment I've ever seen.

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TheRealRedWolf

Thanks Three Dog :)

Caden Bariekman

Don’t know why I left the homestead, I really must confess!

Vinícius Lima

And noow... Some music

Sebastian Plunkett

Don’t forget Travis

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