Lyrics:
Swanee, how I love you, how I love you
My dear old Swanee
I'd give the world to be among the folks in
D-I-X-I-E-ven now my mammy's waiting for me
Swanee, how I love you, how I love you
My dear old Swanee
I'd give the world to be among the folks in
D-I-X-I-E-ven now my mammy's waiting for me
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
old Swanee
I'd give the world to be
Among the folks in
D-I-X-I-E-ven no my mama's
Waiting for me
Praying for me
Down by the Swanee
The folks up North
everybody knows my name
Especially at the old folks home which I call the House of Shame
The old folks home is my last stop that's where I end my daily rout
Life is just to short for some folks
For other folks, it just drags on
Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey
Others figure tea's too strong
counting up
Yeah folk
I'm counting up now
I'm counting up now
I'm tryna fly around the world in a jet seat
Got your old lady tryna handcuff and arrest me
I
make music all the day
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor
All merry, all happy, and bright
By'n by hard times comes a-knocking at the door
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
O you, the wisest and fairest of the Angels,
God betrayed by destiny and deprived of praise,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who know
You’ve only got 5 minutes
Said the white-coated orderly in the vestibule
Don’t take it too badly
It’s just nursing house rules
If the old man gets
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
country folks can survive
Because you can't starve us out and you can't make us run
'Cause we're them old boys raised on shotguns
And we say grace
Everybody knows him as old folks
Like the seasons he comes and he goes
Just as free as a bird and as good as it were
That's why we all love them so.
walk that lonesome valley, Oh, you gotta walk it by yourself
Nobody else is gonna walk it for you, You gotta walk, walk it by yourself.
Some folks say
trainer
Please kill yourself
Now I've sold a few things myself in my time
And by the way folks
There's some t-shirts on your way outside
Well last night I
Swanee how I love ya, how I love ya
My dear old Swanee i'd give the world to be
Among my folks in
D-IX-IE-ven now my (Swanee) people are
Waitin' for
My heart is in Ireland
The land of the old folk is calling to me"
Near a coal mine in Wales, by a roadside café
A young girl came smiling and to me
The old folks don't talk much and they talk so slowly when they do
They are rich, they are poor, their illusions are gone, they share one heart for
baffled by the PC
Gramps has wrecked the DVD and
Mum and dad have broken our brand-new TV
It is just too high tech, my tech
Pass the old folk by tech,
He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly
here in this land, my heart is in Ireland.
The land of the old folks is calling to me."
Near a coal mine in Wales, by a roadside cafe,
A young girl
that caine i'm not old folks
I got old hoes coming back to me just like a yo-yo
Try to plan ahead so I never have a problem
Different days different
clothes
On that's right!
The women, the men, the young and old
Righteous white folks covered their eyes
So no time was spent
Considering the environment
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