down and make yourself at home
I wish I could go back to my old neighborhood
they all love you as their own
Then I'd go over to my neighbor's house,
knock on the door and they'd all sing out
Come on in and sit right down and
I'd sing their praises long and loud
Cause they're all my folks
Back home where I was born
I wish that I could hear them say
In the good old -fashioned friendly way
Come on in and sit right down and make yourself
Well, they don't lock their doors at night
Cause they all know they're
Lord's bound to have them for
If I'd go back to hear them pray
In the little pine church, they all would say
Come on in and sit right down and
When I was a child of only three I said my
prayers at my mother's knee
And I knew right then from
When I get my summons on the judgment
Come on in and sit right down and
Now come on in and sit right
down and make yourself at home
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