written by V.F. Stewart
                           
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Come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home


If I had one wish I wish I could
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Go back to my old neighborhood
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Where the good folks they all love you as their own
         
Then I'd go over to my neighbor's house
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Knock on the door 'n they'd all sing out
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Come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home


I'd sing their praises long and loud
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Cause their all my folks and I'm mighty proud
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Of the little old town back home where I was born
         
I wish that I could hear them say
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In the good old-fashioned friendly way
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Come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home


Well they don't lock their doors at night
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Cause they all know they're a doing right
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And the good Lord's bound to have them for his own
          
If I'd go back to hear them pray
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In the little pine church they all would say
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Come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home


When I was a child of only three
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I said my prayers at my mother's knee
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And I knew right then from God I'd never roam
        
When I get my summons on the Judgment Day
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I hope I can hear my Savior say
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Come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home
                               
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Come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home