The sky ‘round here is cloudy
Oh why did I ever roam?
‘Cause the sky is clearer
The stars are nearer
The moon is a mirror
Back home
I see the crowds of people
Like bees in their honeycomb
But a man is bigger
His stride has vigor
He cuts a figure
Back home
Any man who is knowin’
What all this is worth
Knows enough not to settle
For less on this earth
And so why should I wander?
I know I never should roam
‘Cause the livin’ is finer
The cares are minor
Each day is a shiner
Back home
‘Cause the livin’ is finer
The cares are minor
Each day is a shiner
Back home
