It was on a day when soldiers wrote lines to those they love To mothers, wives and sweethearts far away When a fairhaired boy sat dreaming of a faroff southern town Of a darkeyed maiden waiting day by day While the band is playing Dixie, Im humming Home Sweet Home It takes me back to Georgia though Im far across the foam Once again beside the river with my Mary dear Ill roam While the band is playing Dixie, Im humming Home Sweet Home Be it ever so humble, theres no place like home Be it ever so humble, theres no place like home Oh, that night while all were sleeping came a bugle call to arms With flashing eyes they plunged into the fray And among the first to give his life up for the land that he loved Was the boy who dreamed of Dixie far away While the band is playing Dixie, Im humming Home Sweet Home It takes me back to Georgia though Im far across the foam Once again beside the river with my Mary dear Ill roam While the band is playing Dixie, Im humming Home Sweet Home Be it ever so humble, theres no place like home Be it ever so humble, theres no place like home They found it in his pocket, a bloodstained little note A bullet hole had pierced it through and through It began with Darling Mary, if I dont come back again Just remember that my last thoughts were of you While the band is playing Dixie, Im humming Home Sweet Home It takes me back to Georgia though Im far across the foam Once again beside the river with my Mary dear Ill roam While the band is playing Dixie, Im humming Home Sweet Home Be it ever so humble, theres no place like home Be it ever so humble, theres no place like home
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