I love those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people

Who live in my home town

Because those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people

Will never, ever, let you down!

They read the 'Good-Book' . . . from Fri 'till Monday

That's how the weekend goes!

I've got a 'dream-house' . . . I'll build there one day

With a picket-fence . . . an' ramblin' rose!

I feel so welcome . . . each time that I return

That my happy heart keeps laughin' like a clown

I love those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people

Who live an' love in my home town!

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I love those people!

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I love those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people

Who live in my home town

Because those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people

Will never, ever let you down!

They read the 'Good-Book' . . . from Fri 'till Monday

That's how the weekend goes!

I've got a 'dream-house' . . . I'll build there one day

With a picket-fence . . . and a ramblin' rose!

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I love the dear hearts . . . an' gentle people

Who shout a friendly 'Hi' . .

When they go passin' by . .

Who live an' love in my home town!

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Ah! These are my kinda people!