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Next we have the dear-hearts-and-gentle-peoples school of songwriting, in which the singer tells you that, no matter how much sin and vice and crime go on where he comes from, its still the be

Ace in the world because its home, you know. sort of gets you. this example is called my home town.



I really have a yen

To go back once again,

Back to the place where no one wears a frown,

To see once more those super-special just plain folks

In my home town.



No fellow could ignore

The little girl next door,

She sure looked sweet in her first evening gown.

Now theres a charge for what she used to give for free

In my home town.



I remember dan, the druggist on the corner, e

Was never mean or ornery,

He was swell.

He killed his mother-in-law and ground her up real well,

And sprinkled just a bit

Over each banana split.



The guy that taught us math,

Who never took a bath,

Acquired a certain measure of renown,

And after school he sold the most amazing pictures

In my home town.



That fellow was no fool

Who taught our sunday school,

And neither was our kindly parson brown.

Were recording tonight so I have to leave this line out.

In my home town.



I remember sam, he was the village idiot.

And though it seems a pity, it

Was so.

He loved to burn down houses just to watch the glow,

And nothing could be done,

Because he was the mayors son.



The guy that took a knife

And monogrammed his wife,

Then dropped her in the pond and watched her drown.

Oh, yes indeed, the people there are just plain folks

In my home town.

Next we have the dear-hearts-and-gentle-peoples school of songwriting, in which the singer tells you that, no matter how much sin and vice and crime go on where he comes from, its still the be

Ace in the world because its home, you know. sort of gets you. this example is called my home town.



I really have a yen

To go back once again,

Back to the place where no one wears a frown,

To see once more those super-special just plain folks

In my home town.



No fellow could ignore

The little girl next door,

She sure looked sweet in her first evening gown.

Now theres a charge for what she used to give for free

In my home town.



I remember dan, the druggist on the corner, e

Was never mean or ornery,

He was swell.

He killed his mother-in-law and ground her up real well,

And sprinkled just a bit

Over each banana split.



The guy that taught us math,

Who never took a bath,

Acquired a certain measure of renown,

And after school he sold the most amazing pictures

In my home town.



That fellow was no fool

Who taught our sunday school,

And neither was our kindly parson brown.

Were recording tonight so I have to leave this line out.

In my home town.



I remember sam, he was the village idiot.

And though it seems a pity, it

Was so.

He loved to burn down houses just to watch the glow,

And nothing could be done,

Because he was the mayors son.



The guy that took a knife

And monogrammed his wife,

Then dropped her in the pond and watched her drown.

Oh, yes indeed, the people there are just plain folks

In my home town.

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