Way Back Home - Hank Crawford

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
iă˘â€â™m a weary exile
singing my song of
lonliness
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) the field's the daziest
(and the cows) the cow's 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 plan's the fruitiest
the 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 lonliness
the food is the spreadiest
the wine is the headiest
the pals are the readiest
the gals are the steadiest
the love the livliest
the life the lovliest
way back
way back
way back, home
(no place like home)
sweet home