Al Bowlly — Hometown

Hometown Want to wander round your back streets See your tumbled down ole shack streets I'd love to walk in on those corny country cousins of mine Hometown Where they get up in the morning All the days they're busy yawning I'd get a welcome from those corny country cousins of mine There's an old schoolhouse door We used to tumble through at four And a small candy store Where I could [?] a thousand lollipops and ask for more Hometown Where the garden trees are shady Where Aunt Eadie was a lady I'm going back to see those corny country cousins of mine