Way Back Home

The roads are the dustiest
 The winds are the gustiest
 The gates are the rustiest
 The pies are the crustiest
 The songs the lustiest
 The friends the trustiest
 Way back home (Back home)
 The trees are the sappiest
 The days are the nappiest
 The dogs are the yappiest
 The kids are the scrappiest
 The jokes the snappiest
 The folks the happiest
 Way back home
 Don't know why I left the homestead
 I really must confess
 I'm a weary exile
 Singing my song of loneliness
 The grass is the springiest
 The bees are the stingiest
 The birds are the wingiest
 The bells are the ringiest (The hearts?)
 The hearts the singiest (The arms?)
 The arms the clingiest
 Way back home
 (What about the sun?)
 The sun's the blaziest (And the fields?)
 Field's the daisiest (And the cows?)
 Cows the graziest (And the help?)
 The help's the laziest
 The boys (are the wittiest)
 The girls (are the prettiest)
 Way back home
 (The pigs are the snootiest)
 (The owls are the hootiest)
 The plants the fruitiest
 Stars the shootiest
 (The grins the funniest)
 The smiles the sunniest
 Way back home
 Don't know why I left the homestead
 I really must confess
 I'm a weary exile
 Singing my song of loneliness
 The food is the spreadiest
 The wine is the headiest
 The pals are the readiest
 The gals are the steadiest
 The love the liveliest
 The life the loveliest
 Way back
 Way back
 Way back home (No place like home)
 Sweet home