I'm going to have me some
Home cooking, I'm telling you the
quiet life is quite the life for me
Oh woe is me, what goes with me?
I hate this living I've chose for me
Home cookin', home cookin'
Life is cruel, I was a fool to roam
I climb this hill, I try this dale
And then I step on a rusty nail
I'm so far from all that goes with
Home cookin', home cookin'
I'm afraid I should've stayed at home
With a porch light, a screen door
A banner from Niagara Falls
Home sweet home upon the wall
Quiet life's quite the life for me.
Oh, well, a rolling stone don't get no moss.
It don't get nothing but a double cross.
See the world, oh, that's applesauce.
Nothing anywhere is finest.
Just like your mother cooks.
Life is cruel. I was a fool to roam
When I go out, the sun goes in
Jonah, that's my next of kin
Darn the luck I should have
Then reach and get you some
I'm afraid I should have stayed at home
With the crickets a -chattin'
Summer nights you sit on the lawn,
Nine o 'clock you start to yawn.
Quiet life is quite the life
With the picnics, clam bakes,
see the trotters run at the fair
apple blossoms in the air
That's home cooking, home cooking
Quiet life is quite the life for me
Quiet life is quite the life for me