BOB CROSBY AND THE BOBCATS - WAY BACK HOME

WAY BACK HOME

BOB CROSBY

SONGWRITERS: AL LEWIS & TOM WARING

COUNTRY: U. S. A.

ALBUM: BOB CROSBY AND THE BOBCATS: THE COMPLETE STANDARD TRANSCRIPTIONS

LABEL: SOUNDIES

GENRE: JAZZ

YEAR: 2004

George Robert Crosby (August 23, 1913 – March 9, 1993) was an American jazz singer and bandleader, best known for his group the Bob-Cats, which formed around 1935. The Bob-Cats was a New Orleans Dixieland-style jazz octet. He was the younger brother of famed singer and actor Bing Crosby. On TV, Bob Crosby guest-starred in The Gisele MacKenzie Show and was also seen on The Jack Benny Program. Crosby hosted his own afternoon TV variety show on CBS, The Bob Crosby Show, which aired from 1953 to 1957. Crosby received two stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame on February 8, 1960, for television (at 6252 Hollywood Boulevard) and radio (at 6313 Hollywood Boulevard).

The roads are the dustiest, the winds are the gustiest

The gates are the rustiest, the pies are the crustiest

The songs the lustiest, the friends the trustiest

Way back home

(Back home)

The trees are the sappiest, the days are the nappiestThe dogs are the yappiest, the kids are the scrappiest

The jokes the snappiest, the folks the happiest

Way back home

Don't know why I left the homestead

I really must confess

I'm a weary exile

Singing my song of loneliness

The grass is the springiest, the bees are the stingiest

The birds are the wingiest, the bells are the ringiest

(The hearts) the hearts the singiest

(The arms) the arms the clingiest

Way back home

(What about the sun?) The sun's the blaziest

(And the fields?) The fields the daisiest

(And the cows?) The cows the graziest

(And the help?) The help's the laziest

The boys (are the wittiest)

The girls (are the prettiest)

Way back home

(The pigs are the snootiest, the owls are the hootiest)

The plants the fruitiest, the stars the shootiest

(The grins the funniest), the smiles the sunniest

Way back home

Don't know why I left the homestead

I really must confess

I'm a weary exile

Singing my song of loneliness

The food is the spreadiest, the wine is the headiest

The pals are the readiest, the gals are the steadiest

The love the liveliest, the life the loveliest

Way back, way back, way back, home

(No place like home)

Sweet home.