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Patsy Cline |
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Miscellaneous |
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Come On In |
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Come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home! |
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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. |
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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!" |
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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. |
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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!" |
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Well, they don't lock their doors at night, |
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Cause they all know they're a-doin right, |
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And the good Lord's bound to have them for his own. |
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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!" |
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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. |
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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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"Now, come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home!" |
