Perry Como - There’s no place like (Home for the holidays)
Tekst: Al Stillman / Muziek: Robert Allen
(1959)






Oh, there’s no place like home for the holidays
’Cause no matter how far away you roam
When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze
For the holidays you can’t beat ‘home sweet home’



I met a man who lives in Tennessee, he was heading for
Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie
From Pennsylvania folks are travellin’
Down the Dixie sunny shore
From Atlantic to Pacific
Gee, the traffic is terrific



Oh, there’s no place like home for the holidays
’Cause no matter how far away you roam
If you wanna be happy in a million ways
For the holidays you can’t beat ‘home sweet home’



Take a bus, take a train, go and hop an aeroplane
Put the wife an’ kiddies in the family car
For the pleasure that you bring when you make that doorbell ring
No trip could be too far



I met a man who lives in Tennessee, he was headin’ for
Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie
Some pumpkin pie
From Pennsylvania folks are travellin’
Down the Dixie sunny shore
From Atlantic to Pacific
Gee, the traffic is terrific



Oh, there’s no place like home for the holidays
’Cause no matter how far away you roam
If you wanna be happy in a million ways
For the holidays you can’t beat ‘home sweet home’



For the holidays you can’t beat ‘home sweet home’









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