Take me home, my heart is heavy and my feet are sore
Take me home, I don't wanna roam no more
Well, I've been from Boston to L.A.
Seen Boulder Dam and Frisco Bay
I seen New York City and Washington
Seen Montreal and Saskatchewan
And Rhode Island And I've worked in three all night
Service stations and I drove a truck
(Why don't you)
Take me home, my heart is heavy and my feet are sore
Take me home, I don't wanna roam no more
Well, I slept all night in a water trough
Had the flu and the croup and the whoopin' cough
I Had the mumps and the measles and the seven years itch
And I can't count the times
That I've had a cold and a sore throat
Not to mention all the times
That I cut my fingers on a sardine can
Take me home, my heart is heavy and my feet are sore
Take me home, I don't wanna roam no more
Well, I can just see 'em all now just a gatherin' 'round
Mama's supper table when the sun goes down
And my good old pappy when the blessing is said
Fillin' up his plate with black eyed peas
And all that stuff and side meat
And a great big hunk of my dear sweet mama's
Hot buttered cornbread
(Why don't you)
Take me home, my heart is heavy
Take me home, my heart is heavy
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