Come on In (And Make Yourself at Home)

Come on in, sit right down, make yourself at home

If I had one wish, I wish I could go back to my old neighborhood
For the good folks, they all loved 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, sit right down and make yourself at home

I sing their praises long and loud 'cause they're all my friends
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, sit right down and make yourself at home

Well, they don't lock their doors at night cause they all know
They're a doing 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 fine church, they all would say
Come on in sit right down and make yourself at home

When I was a child of only three, I said my prayers at my mother's knee
And I knew right then from God, I'd never roam when I get the summons
On the judgment day, I hope that I hear my Saviour say
Come on in sit right down and make yourself at home

Come on in sit right down and make yourself at home