| If I had one wish, I wish I could
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| Go back to my old neighborhood
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| Where the good folks they all love you as their own
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| Then I’d go over to my neighbor’s house
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| Knock on the door 'n they’d all sing out
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| Come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home
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| I’d sing their praises long and loud
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| Cause their all my folks and I’m mighty proud
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| Of the little old town back home where I was born
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| I wish that I could hear them say
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| In the good old-fashioned, friendly way
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| Come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home
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| Well, they don’t lock their doors at night
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| 'Cause they all know they’re a-doin' right
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| And the good Lord’s bound to have them for his own
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| If I’d go back to hear them pray
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| In the little pine church, they all would say
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| Come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home
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| When I was a child of only three
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| I said my prayers at my mother’s knee
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| And I knew right then from God I’d never roam
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| When I get my summons on the Judgment Day
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| I hope I can hear my Savior say
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| Come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home
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| Now, come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home |