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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
PAGE CREATED 28 JAN 2010