Sammy Davis Jr.
Sammy Davis Jr.
Sammy Davis Jr.
Sammy Davis Jr.
Sammy Davis Jr.
Sammy Davis Jr.
Sammy Davis Jr.
Sammy Davis Jr.
Sammy Davis Jr.
Sammy Davis Jr.
Sammy Davis Jr.
Free and easy, that's my style
Howdy-do me? Watch me smile
Fare-the-well me after a while
'Cause I gotta roam
And any place I hang my hat is home
Sweetenin' water and some cherry wine
Suits me kindly and it tastes real fine
Man, there's Kansas City and there's Caroline
They're all my honeycomb
'Cause any place I hang my hat is home
Birds roosting in the trees pick up and go
And the goin' proves
That's how it oughta be
I pick up, too, when the spirit moves me
Cross the river, 'round the bend
Howdy, stranger; so long, friend
There's a voice in the lonesome wind
That keeps telling me roam
I'm going where a welcome mat is
No matter where that is
'Cause any place I hang my hat is home
Birds roosting in the trees
Man, they just pick up and go
And the goin' proves
That's how it oughta be
I pick up, too
When the spirit moves me
Cross the river, and around the bend
Howdy, stranger; so long, friend
There's a voice in the lonesome wind
That keeps telling me roam
Lord, I'm going where a welcome mat is
No matter where that is
'Cause any place I hang my hat is home
Yes, San Francisco, Chicago, or old LA
I won't give a damn if I can make my own way
'Cause any place I hang my hat is home!
Anyplace I hang my hat is home!
Any Place I Hang My Hat is Home was written by Johnny Mercer & Harold Arlen.