My heart goes pitter patter, no one knows what's the matter

Just received a telegram from Alabam' my home

That's why I'm gonna worry 'til the time when I hurry

Right back to that cabin door, never more to roam



Some sunny day with a smile on my face

I'll go back to that place far away



Back to that shack and that red-headed hen

She'll say, "How have you be'n?"

Then go back to the hay and lay me my breakfast



Some sunny day I'll be on that express

Flying away to my little bunch of happiness



Oh, how I pine for those lips sweet as wine

They'll be pressed close to mine some sunny day



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Sunny Spring is the season when birds sing, there's a reason

Rolling stones who hear their song begin to long for home

Lohengrin, Mister Verdi don't begin with a birdie

Telling you to go back home, never more to roam