I love those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people,    Who live in my home town,    Because those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people,    Will never, ever, let you down!       They read the 'Good-Book' . . . from Fri 'till Monday,    That's how the weekend goes!    I've got a 'dream-house' . . . I'll build there one day,    With a picket-fence . . . an' ramblin' rose!       I feel so welcome . . . each time that I return,    That my happy heart keeps laughin' like a clown    I love those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people,    Who live an' love in my home town!       < instrumental break >    I love those people!       < instrumental break >    I love those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people,    Who live in my home town,    Because those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people,    Will never, ever let you down!       They read the 'Good-Book' . . . from Fri 'till Monday,    That's how the weekend goes!    I've got a 'dream-house' . . . I'll build there one day,    With a picket-fence . . . and a ramblin' rose!       < instrumental break >    I love the dear hearts . . . an' gentle people,    Who shout a friendly 'Hi' . . .    When they go passin' by . . .    Who live an' love in my home town!    < instrumental break >    Ah! These are my kinda people!       Music by Sammy Fain    with lyrics by Bob Hilliard , 1950