(‘Way Down Home)
A popular song from 1928.
Words by Jack Yellen.
Music by Dan Dougherty.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Ev’ry time I pass a plot of grass
In a great big dreary town
Well, it don’t look like it ought to
And it’s always trampled down
It reminds me of a scene I love
In a place so dear to me
Where Mother Nature’s colors
Are what they ought to be
Chorus
Oh, the sun shines so much brighter
And the skies are twice as blue
And the grass grows greener ‘way down home
Oh, the old folks’ hair is whiter
Like the silver in the dew
And the grass grows greener ‘way down home
You’ve never seen such red lips as one certain pair
Or such golden hair, as I’ve got down there
Oh, the heart strings pull much tighter
And the pals are twice as true
And the grass grows greener ‘way down home
- I hear city folks tell witty jokes
‘Bout the people in the sticks
They can kid us all they want to
‘Bout our being rubes and hicks
Let me tell you though, that they don’t know
Half the happiness they miss
Can’t tell you all about it
But I might mention this
Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein: