Sweet Home

Two hobos on a railroad line
Im getting ready to go
Pulling on a bottle of burgundy wine
Im getting ready to go
Well they couldnt hear that southbound whistle when
The Dixie Flyer burned around the bend
And it punched their tickets for the promise land
Im getting ready to go
Sweet home, loving heaven heaven
Sweet home, cant ya hear me singing low
Sweet home, lordy Ill be traveling
So throw the gates wide open
Cause Im getting ready to go
Two magpies on a telephone wire
Im getting ready to go
Singing to the corn like a heavenly choir
Im getting ready to go
Old Farmer John must be sleeping sound
They shucked that corn and passed it around
But the old mans wife got her shotgun down
Im getting ready to go
Sweet home, loving heaven heaven
Sweet home, cant ya hear me singing low
Sweet home, lordy Ill be traveling
So throw the gates wide open
Cause Im getting ready to go
Listen here pal fore your road is run
And your tightrope breaks in two
Its a mighty big world youre standing on
And it keeps going round without little old
You know who
Boodle -am boodle-am boodle-am boodle-am boo
Toodle-am toodle-am toodle-am toodle-am too
Shake a leg, shake a leg, shake a leg, shake a leg now
Break a leg, drag a leg, shake a leg, grab a leg, break a leg, shake a leg now
Well its so long, good luck, great to know you
Im getting ready to go
May the Lord above take a liking to you
Im getting ready to go
Well its a short life of trouble so dont make more
When death comes creeping round your back door
It dont knock twice brother thats for sure
Im getting ready to go
Sweet home, loving heaven heaven
Sweet home, cant ya hear me singing low
Sweet home, lordy Ill be traveling
So throw the gates wide open
Cause Im getting ready to go
Throw the gates wide open
Cause Im getting ready to go