Now come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home      If I had one wish, I wish I could   Go back to my old neighborhood   Where the good folks, they all love you as their own   Then I'd go over to my neighbor's house   Knock on the door and they'd all sing out   "Come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home"      I'd sing their praises long and loud   'Cause they're all my folks and I'm mighty proud   Of the little old town back home where I was born   I wish that I could hear them say   In the good old-fashioned, friendly way   "Come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home"      Well, they don't lock their doors at night   'Cause they all know they're a doin' right   And the good Lord's bound to have them for his own   If I'd go back to hear them pray   In the little pine church, they all would say   "Come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home"   Now come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home