Way Back Home Lyrics

Roads are the dustiest; winds are the gustiest.
Gates are the rustiest; pies are the crustiest.
The songs are l***iest; the friends are trustiest -
Way, way back home.
Trees are the sappiest; days are the nappiest.
Dogs are the yappiest; kids are the scrappiest.
The jokes are snappiest, the folks are happiest -
Way back home

Don't know why I left my homestead, I really must confess.
I'm just a weary exile singin' my song of loneliness.
The Grass is the springiest; The bees are the stingiest.
The Birds are the wingiest; The bells are the ringiest.
The hearts are singiest; the arms are clingiest -
Way back home.

(What about the sun)The sun is blasiest
(and the fields)The fields are dasiest
(and the cow)The cows are grasiest
(and the help)The helps are lasiest
The Boys (are the wittiest)
The Girls (are the prettiest)
Way Back Home.