and night.
Well, you'll soon be all right,
for you're not lonely.
You're only a whore -sick.
I guess that's what's the matter.
I'm whore -sick, that's all.
You miss that cozy little
shack and the little red school.
I wish that I was back on the back of our mule,
but left our home on the walls of fields of clover.
They seem to say, why don't you come over ,
pay us a pass.
Do you miss the cows and the chickens and the apple tree shady,
and that sweet little old lady?
Now I know just why
I'm homesick.
I'm haunted by a vision of a child of days I used to love,
how I wish that they were here again.
Oh boy!
To breathe again the country air and roam the meadows free from care,
listening to the cackling of the hens.
To ever watch for plots of new locations from the swimming pool,
because we should have been at school to learn.
Oh gee, I'm all excited and delighted,
Because I've just decided to re
turn again to dear old
Mammy's home.
Oh, if you're not so weary,
Blue, I know just what's the matter.
I'm horny, that's all.
I see that cozy little shack and
the little red stool.
Gee, I wish that I was back on
the back of our mule.
God bless our home on the wall,
the fields of clover , and the new mown hay.
They seem to say, why don't you come over,
pay us, pay us a call.
I miss the cows and the chickens and the apple tree shady,
and that sweet little old lady.
Now I know just why I'm homesick,
H -O -M -E, homesick.
I got the blues.