Home cooking,
I'm going to have me some
Home cooking, I'm telling you the
quiet life is quite the life for me
Oh woe is me, what goes with me?
I hate this living I've chose for me
Tired of meat and misery
Should have never roamed
and left that
Home cookin', home cookin'
Life is cruel, I was a fool to roam
I climb this hill, I try this dale
And then I step on a rusty nail
I never even get no mail
I'm so far from all that goes with
Home cookin', home cookin'
I'm afraid I should've stayed at home
With a porch light, a screen door
A banner from Niagara Falls
Green grass, a lawnmower
Home sweet home upon the wall
Oh, that's home cooking,
home cooking.
Quiet life's quite the life for me.
Oh, well, a rolling stone don't get no moss.
It don't get nothing but a double cross.
See the world, oh, that's applesauce.
Nothing anywhere is finest.
Home cooking.
Just like your mother cooks.
Home cooking.
Kills the other cooks.
Life is cruel. I was a fool to roam
When I go out, the sun goes in
The rain comes down and
it soaks my skin
Jonah, that's my next of kin
Darn the luck I should have
stuck with
Homecookin'
Let me fetch you some
Home
Then reach and get you some
I'm afraid I should have stayed at home
With the crickets a -chattin'
Summer nights you sit on the lawn,
the dog wants to patten.
Nine o 'clock you start to yawn.
Let's haunt again.
Old Bill Harris style.
Haunt again.
Brings the rarest smile.
Quiet life is quite the life
for me.
With the picnics, clam bakes,
see the trotters run at the fair
Mom's fine hotcakes,
apple blossoms in the air
That's home cooking, home cooking
Quiet life is quite the life for me
Quiet life is quite the life for me