I love those dear hearts an' gentle people,
Who live in my home town,
Because those dear hearts an' gentle people,
Will never, ever, let you down!

They read the 'Good-Book' from Fri 'till Monday,
That's how the weekend goes!
I've got a 'dream-house' I'll build there one day,
With a picket-fence an' ramblin' rose!

I feel so welcome each time that I return,
That my happy heart keeps laughin' like a clown
I love those dear hearts an' gentle people,
Who live an' love in my home town!

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I love those people!

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I love those dear hearts an' gentle people,
Who live in my home town,
Because those dear hearts an' gentle people,
Will never, ever let you down!

They read the 'Good-Book' from Fri 'till Monday,
That's how the weekend goes!
I've got a 'dream-house' I'll build there one day,
With a picket-fence and a ramblin' rose!

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I love the dear hearts an' gentle people,
Who shout a friendly 'Hi'
When they go passin' by
Who live an' love in my home town!
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Ah! These are my kinda people!

Music by Sammy Fain
with lyrics by Bob Hilliard , 1950