Those Good Old Days Back Home
Composer(s): Joe McCarthy - Jimmie Monaco



I left my sweetheart in old New Hampshire, waving to my train
I sort of reckoned that old New Hampshire would never see me again 
I got "kinder" tired of my home town, had a lot of silly dreams 
mighty disappointed looking 'round, this life ain't what it seems

My heart is sighing now for the good old days back home
I'm crying now, I was foolish kid to roam 
you could live around the city years or more
and never get acquainted with the folks next door 
Way back home you rise at dawning, you meet a stranger and he'll say "Good Mornin'" 
I'm longing now for the fields, I used to plow 
I want to see the bumble bees a buzzin' 'round the comb 
(I've been a drone) and in the homestead on the hill, I wonder if they're waiting still 
Oh, my heart is sighing, and I'm just dying for the good old days back home
Maple syrup flowing from the shady maple trees, hear the rooster crowing 
hear the humming of the bees, see the corn a waving in the fields of new mown hay 
that is why I'm craving, why I'm leaving here today

My heart is sighing now for the good old days back home
I'm crying now, I was foolish kid to roam 
you could live around the city years or more 
and never even know the folks that live next door 
Way back home you rise at dawning, you meet a stranger and he'll say "Good Mornin'" 
I'm sighing now for the fields, I used to plow 
I want to see the bumble bees a buzzin' 'round the comb 
(I've been a drone) I want to ride for miles, I'm through with butter cakes and Childs 
Oh, my heart is sighing, and I'm just dying for the good old days back home