I love those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people,

Who live in my home town,

Because those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people,

Will never, ever, let you down!



They read the 'Good-Book' . . . from Fri 'till Monday,

That's how the weekend goes!

I've got a 'dream-house' . . . I'll build there one day,

With a picket-fence . . . an' ramblin' rose!



I feel so welcome . . . each time that I return,

That my happy heart keeps laughin' like a clown

I love those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people,

Who live an' love in my home town!





I love those people!





I love those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people,

Who live in my home town,

Because those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people,

Will never, ever let you down!



They read the 'Good-Book' . . . from Fri 'till Monday,

That's how the weekend goes!

I've got a 'dream-house' . . . I'll build there one day,

With a picket-fence . . . and a ramblin' rose!





I love the dear hearts . . . an' gentle people,

Who shout a friendly 'Hi' . . .

When they go passin' by . . .

Who live an' love in my home town!



Ah! These are my kinda people!



Music by Sammy Fain

with lyrics by Bob Hilliard , 1950