Two hobos on a railroad line I'm getting ready to go Pulling on a bottle of burgundy wine I'm getting ready to go Well they couldn't hear that southbound whistle when The Dixie Flyer burned around the bend And it punched their tickets for the promise land I'm getting ready to go Sweet home, loving heaven heaven Sweet home, can't ya hear me singing low Sweet home, lordy I'll be traveling So throw the gates wide open Cause I'm getting ready to go Two magpies on a telephone wire I'm getting ready to go Singing to the corn like a heavenly choir I'm getting ready to go Old Farmer John must be sleeping sound They shucked that corn and passed it around But the old man's wife got her shotgun down I'm getting ready to go Sweet home, loving heaven heaven Sweet home, can't ya hear me singing low Sweet home, lordy I'll be traveling So throw the gates wide open Cause I'm getting ready to go Listen here pal 'fore your road is run And your tightrope breaks in two It's a mighty big world you're standing on And it keeps going round without little old You know who Boodle-am boodle-am boodle-am boodle-am boo Toodle-am toodle-am toodle-am toodle-am too Shake a leg, shake a leg, shake a leg, shake a leg now Break a leg, drag a leg, shake a leg, grab a leg, break a leg, shake a leg now Well it's so long, good luck, great to know you I'm getting ready to go May the Lord above take a liking to you I'm getting ready to go Well it's a short life of trouble so don't make more When death comes creeping 'round your back door It don't knock twice brother that's for sure I'm getting ready to go Sweet home, loving heaven heaven Sweet home, can't ya hear me singing low Sweet home, lordy I'll be traveling So throw the gates wide open Cause I'm getting ready to go Throw the gates wide open Cause I'm getting ready to go
Two hobos on a railroad line I'm getting ready to go Pulling on a bottle of burgundy wine I'm getting ready to go Well they couldn't hear that southbound whistle when The Dixie Flyer burned around the bend And it punched their tickets for the promise land I'm getting ready to go Sweet home, loving heaven heaven Sweet home, can't ya hear me singing low Sweet home, lordy I'll be traveling So throw the gates wide open Cause I'm getting ready to go Two magpies on a telephone wire I'm getting ready to go Singing to the corn like a heavenly choir I'm getting ready to go Old Farmer John must be sleeping sound They shucked that corn and passed it around But the old man's wife got her shotgun down I'm getting ready to go Sweet home, loving heaven heaven Sweet home, can't ya hear me singing low Sweet home, lordy I'll be traveling So throw the gates wide open Cause I'm getting ready to go Listen here pal 'fore your road is run And your tightrope breaks in two It's a mighty big world you're standing on And it keeps going round without little old You know who Boodle-am boodle-am boodle-am boodle-am boo Toodle-am toodle-am toodle-am toodle-am too Shake a leg, shake a leg, shake a leg, shake a leg now Break a leg, drag a leg, shake a leg, grab a leg, break a leg, shake a leg now Well it's so long, good luck, great to know you I'm getting ready to go May the Lord above take a liking to you I'm getting ready to go Well it's a short life of trouble so don't make more When death comes creeping 'round your back door It don't knock twice brother that's for sure I'm getting ready to go Sweet home, loving heaven heaven Sweet home, can't ya hear me singing low Sweet home, lordy I'll be traveling So throw the gates wide open Cause I'm getting ready to go Throw the gates wide open Cause I'm getting ready to go
