I often wish that I could see my old hometown once more
The old red school I went to with the little girl next door
I see that stopper bobbin' when the catfish start to bite
I see a blue sky framin' little clouds of snowy white
Missouri I hear you callin' me Missouri you'll never let me be
Missouri I know I can't be free my heart will yearn
Till I return Missouri's callin' me
In memory I still can see that oak tree on the lawn
And hear again the birds as sing and woke me at the dawn
And I remember mornings when I told my mother lies
So I could have a second helping of her apple pies