Sweet Home

Two hobos on a railroad line

I'm getting ready to go

Pulling on a bottle of burgundy wine

I'm getting ready to go

Well they couldn't hear that southbound whistle when

The Dixie Flyer burned around the bend

And it punched their tickets for the promise land

I'm getting ready to go

Sweet home, loving heaven heaven

Sweet home, can't ya hear me singing low

Sweet home, lordy I'll be traveling

So throw the gates wide open

Cause I'm getting ready to go

Two magpies on a telephone wire

I'm getting ready to go

Singing to the corn like a heavenly choir

I'm getting ready to go

Old Farmer John must be sleeping sound

They shucked that corn and passed it around

But the old man's wife got her shotgun down

I'm getting ready to go

Sweet home, loving heaven heaven

Sweet home, can't ya hear me singing low

Sweet home, lordy I'll be traveling

So throw the gates wide open

Cause I'm getting ready to go

Listen here pal 'fore your road is run

And your tightrope breaks in two

It's a mighty big world you're standing on

And it keeps going round without little old

You know who

Boodle-am boodle-am boodle-am boodle-am boo

Toodle-am toodle-am toodle-am toodle-am too

Shake a leg, shake a leg, shake a leg, shake a leg now

Break a leg, drag a leg, shake a leg, grab a leg, break a leg, shake a leg now

Well it's so long, good luck, great to know you

I'm getting ready to go

May the Lord above take a liking to you

I'm getting ready to go

Well it's a short life of trouble so don't make more

When death comes creeping 'round your back door

It don't knock twice brother that's for sure

I'm getting ready to go

Sweet home, loving heaven heaven

Sweet home, can't ya hear me singing low

Sweet home, lordy I'll be traveling

So throw the gates wide open

Cause I'm getting ready to go

Throw the gates wide open

Cause I'm getting ready to go