| I love those dear hearts and gentle people
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| Who live in my home town
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| Because those dear hearts and gentle people
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| Will never ever let you down
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| They read the good book from Fri' till Monday
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| That’s how the weekend goes
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| I’ve got a dream house I’ll build there one day
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| With picket fence and ramblin' rose
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| I feel so welcome each time that I return
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| That my happy heart keeps laughin' like a clown
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| I love the dear hearts and gentle people
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| Who live and love in my home town
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| There’s a place I’d like to go and it’s Batten, Idaho
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| Where your friendly neighbors smile and say Hello
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| It’s a pleasure and a treat to meander down the street
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| That’s why I want the whole wide world to know
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| I love those dear hearts and gentle people
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| Who live in my home town
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| Because those dear hearts and gentle people
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| Will never ever let you down
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| They read the good book from Fri' till Monday
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| That’s how the weekend goes
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| I’ve got a dream house I’ll build there one day
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| With picket fence and ramblin' rose
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| I feel so welcome each time that I return |
| That my happy heart keeps laughin' like a clown
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| I love the dear hearts and gentle people
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| Who live and love in my home town
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| Home, home sweet home
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| Home, home sweet home |