Get On Home lyrics

When I was a little boy, I used to hang my feet
In the muddy waters, gonna run through your street

Get on ho-oh-oh-ome, get on home
Get on ho-oh-oh-ome, get on home
Come on home little children, come on home

When I see a wagon it was coming down the street
Filled with feed and swine and such and that’s a lot of meat

Get on ho-oh-oh-ome, get on home
Get on ho-oh-oh-ome, get on home
Come on home little children, come on home

Now you see them little boys at their mother’s feet
They’ve learned how to hate and fight and even kill the free

Get on ho-oh-oh-ome, get on home
Get on ho-oh-oh-ome, get on home
Come on home little children, come on home

The fields, they are of gold, and now the cycle will complete
In order to harvest the grain, you've got to cut the wheat

Get on ho-oh-oh-ome, get on home
Get on ho-oh-oh-ome, get on home
Get on home little children, come on home