Take Me Home

Take me home I don't want to roam no more Well I've been from Boston to LA seen Boulder Dam and Frisco Bay I been to New York City and Washington Montreal and Saskatchewan (and Rhode Island) And I've worked in three all night service stations and drove a truck Take me home my heart is heavy and my feet are sore Take me home I don't want to roam no more Well I've 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've cut my fingers on a sardine can Take me home... Well I can just see 'em all gatherin' round Mama's supper table as the sun goes down And my dear old daddy when the blessing is said Fillin' up his plate with black eyed peas (and side meat) And a great big hunk of my dear sweet mama's hot buttered cornbread Take me home... Take me home...