Fallout 3

Way Back Home by Bob Crosby

The roads are the dustiest, the winds are the gustiest

The gates are the rustiest, the pies are the crustiest

The songs the lustiest, the friends the trustiest

Way back home(Back home)

The trees are the sappiest, the days are the nappiest

The dogs are the yappiest, the kids are the strappiest

The jokes the snappiest, the folks the happiest

Way back home
Don’t know why I left the homestead

I really must confess

I’m a weary exile

Singing my song of loneliness
The grass is the springiest, the bees are the stingiest

The birds are the wingiest, the bells are the ringiest

(The hearts) the hearts the singiest

(The arms) the arms the clingiest

Way back home
(What about the sun) The sun’s the blaziest

(And the fields) The field’s the daisiest

(And the cows) The cow’s the graziest

(And the help) The help’s the laziest

The boys, are the wittiest

The girls, are the prettiest

Way back home
The pigs are the snootiest, the owls are the hootiest

The plant’s the fruitiest, the stars the shootiest

The grins the funniest, the smiles the sunniest

Way back home
Don’t know why I left the homestead

I really must confess

I’m a weary exile

Singing my song of loneliness
The food is the spreadiest, the wine is the headiest

The pals are the readiest, the gals are the steadiest

The love the liveliest, the life the loveliest

Way back, way back, way back, home

(No place like home)

Home sweet home