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You may go East as far as the Atlantic

Or travel the plains, 'way out West

But you'll always remember the little home town

Where your favorite mem'ries rest.

You may go North or South, where'er you please

It matters not where you roam;

You'll never be satisfied 'til at last

You'er here midst your mem'ries of Home.

Out on the prairies of Dear Old Iowa

Mid' the fields of tasseled corn

Is where our thought bring us back from our travels

To the prairies where we were born.

To the town as we know it, The Old Home Town,

Is the place where we like to be

Among the people we know, and the friends we have

In the Old Home Town - KLEMME

1939

HENRY SUCKOW
(1899 - 1950)

 

 

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2010 LaVern D. Velau
Klemme Iowa  1889-1989 1989