Way Down In Iowa (I'm Going To Hide Away)
Composer(s): Sam. M. Lewis; Joe Young; George W. Meyer



I found a horse shoe yesterday
It brought me good luck right away
Now I'm not superstitious
But my wishes all came true
I went and rubbed a rusty nail
And then I made a wish for mail
Next day a letter said "you'd better come home without fail"

My palm was itching all last night 
That means I'll get my fare all right
I found a four leaf clover
Hard luck's over, me for home! 
My ear is ringing like a bell
That means the folks all wish me well
Now I'm delighted, so excited, I could fairly yell

I'm gonna hide away, on a little farm in Iowa
I'm gonna ride away, on the road that leads to yesterday
Why, I can almost picture dear old mother
Sprinkling sugar on my bread and butter
Way down in that town in Iowa
Two heads are crowned with gray
Oh! I owe them more than I can pay
The fields of new mown hay just moan and say
"Go home and stay"
And when I get back with them both, I'll never leave
I'll take an oath, I'll hide away, way down in Iowa