(There’s No Place Like) Home for the Holidays Songtext
von Robert Goulet
(There’s No Place Like) Home for the Holidays Songtext
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 home made pumpkin pie
From Pennsylvania folks are travelin' 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
From Pennsylvania folks are travelin' down to Dixie′s sunny shore
From Atlantic to Pacific, oh, 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
Home, sweet home, home, sweet home, I'm goin′ home
Hey, mama, make that pumpkin pie
I′ll have a little pot of chicken in the sky
There's somethin′ in my eye
Mama, please keep me dry, oh
'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 home made pumpkin pie
From Pennsylvania folks are travelin' 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
From Pennsylvania folks are travelin' down to Dixie′s sunny shore
From Atlantic to Pacific, oh, 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
Home, sweet home, home, sweet home, I'm goin′ home
Hey, mama, make that pumpkin pie
I′ll have a little pot of chicken in the sky
There's somethin′ in my eye
Mama, please keep me dry, oh
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