To Get Back Home

You know it’s hard to get back home
Where the grass is green, and the sun is warm —
Yeah, a home-cooked meal would sure taste good
And the night to spend with the ones you love

Now, I had a pal, called her “Sweet Rose”
We used to meet down at the old drugstore
And there’s many a time I’ve walked her home
On Saturday night from the picture show —

But you know it’s hard to get back home
And see things die that you once loved so —
Yeah, the barber shop has long been closed
Where we used to play ’round the peppermint pole

Yeah, you know it’s hard, to get back home . .
The summer days, they were slow and long
Where your mind was free, and your heart was strong
And the sun went down through the waving corn

Oh, you know it’s hard to get back home
And there ain’t no way, it’s been too long
But if you see my pal, well, tell her “hello.”
I guess her name will still be Rose