(Virgil Stewart)

If I had one wish I wish I could go back to my old neighborhood
For the good folks they all loved you as their own
Then I'd go over to my neighbor's house
Knock on the door and they'd all sing out
Come on in and sit right down and make yourself a home.

I sing their praises long and loud
'Cause they're all my friends and I'm mighty proud
Of the little old town back home where I was born
If I'd go mback to hear them say in the good old fashioned friendly way
Come on in and sit right down and make yourself a home.

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Now they don't lock their doors at night
'Cause they all know they're a doing right
And the good Lord's bound to have them for his own
When I get the summons on the judgement day
I hope that I hear my Saviour say
Come on in and sit right down and make yourself a home.

Come on in and sit right down and make yourself a home...