That's My Home - Louis Prima, Sam Butera, The Witnesses

When sunset in the sky

And flowers never die, yeas

And friends don’t pass you by

Because that’s my home

Oh where the folks say howdedo

And they really mean it too

Where mamas love is true

Because that’s my home

I’m always welcomed back

No matter where I roam

Just a little old shack to me

Is home sweet home

Where the swanny river flows

Where the shady pine trees grow

Then I know that’s my home