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 clown
I love those dear hearts.. an' gentle people,
Who live an' love in my home town!.
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I love those people!.
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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.. and a ramblin' rose!.
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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!
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Ah! These are my kinda people!.
Music by Sammy Fain
with lyrics by Bob Hilliard, 1950