(There’s No Place Like) Home for the Holidays Songtext
von Johnny Tillotson

THERE′S NO PLACE LIKE HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS
Writers Robert Allen, Al Stillman

Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays ′cause no matter how far away you roam When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze For the holidays, you can't beat home, sweet home I met a man who lives in Tennessee and he was headin' for Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie >From Pennsylvania folks are trav′lin′ down to Dixie's sunny shore >From Atlantic to Pacific, gee, the traffic is terrific Oh, there′s no place like home for the holidays 'cause no matter how far away you roam If you want to be happy in a million ways For the holidays, you can′t beat home, sweet home (Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays) (When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze) I met a man who lives in Tennessee and he was headin′ for Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie >From Pennsylvania folks are trav'lin' down to Dixie′s sunny shore >From Atlantic to Pacific, gee, the traffic is terrific Oh, there′s no place like home for the holidays 'cause no matter how far away you roam If you want to be happy in a million ways For the holidays, you can′t beat home, sweet home For the holidays, you can't beat home, sweet home