I love those dear hearts . . . an gentle people,
Who live in my home town,
Because those dear hearts . . . an gentle people,
Will never, ever, let you down!
They read the good-book . . . from fri till monday,
Thats how the weekend goes!
Ive got a dream-house . . . Ill build there one day,
With a picket-fence . . . an ramblin rose!
I feel so welcome . . . each time that I return,
That my happy heart keeps laughin like a clown
I love those dear hearts . . . an gentle people,
Who live an love in my home town!
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I love those people!
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I love those dear hearts . . . an gentle people,
Who live in my home town,
Because those dear hearts . . . an gentle people,
Will never, ever let you down!
They read the good-book . . . from fri till monday,
Thats how the weekend goes!
Ive got a dream-house . . . Ill build there one day,
With a picket-fence . . . and a ramblin rose!
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I love the dear hearts . . . an gentle people,
Who shout a friendly hi . . .
When they go passin by . . .
Who live an love in my home town!
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Ah! these are my kinda people!
