C             Am      Dm7           G7
I really have a yen, to go back once again
     C                  Am             Dm7   G7
Back to the place where no-one wears a frown
            F                B7                 C
To see once more those super special just plain folks
   D7 G7   C    / C#dim /  Dm7 / G7
In my home town
  C             Am      Dm7           G7
No fellow could ignore, that little girl next door
     C                  Am             Dm7   G7
She sure looked sweet in her first evening gown
            F                B7                 C
Now there's a charge for what she used to give for free 
   D7 G7   C    / C#dim /  Dm7 / G7
In my home town

Refrain 1:
C   C7     F7
I remember Dan, the druggist on the corner 
       C7                           C
He was never mean or ornery, he was swell
              F7                                    Am
He killed his mother-in-law and ground her up real well
    C                A+       D7          G7
And sprinkled just a bit over each banana split

Verse 2:
  C             Am      Dm7           G7
The guy that taught us math, who never took a bath
     C                  Am             Dm7   G7
Acquired a certain measure of renown
            F                B7                 C
And after school he sold the most amazing pictures
   D7 G7   C    / C#dim /  Dm7 / G7
In my home town
  C             Am      Dm7           G7
That fellow was no fool, who taught us Sunday School
     C                  Am             Dm7   G7
And neither was our kindly Parson Brown
            F                B7                 C
[line omitted to avoid prosecution under Communications Decency Act]
   D7 G7   C    / C#dim /  Dm7 / G7
In my home town

Refrain 2:
C   C7     F7
I remember Sam, he was the village idiot
       C7                           C
Although it seems a pity it was so
              F7                                    Am
He loved to burn down houses just to watch the glow
    C                A+       D7          G7
And nothing could be done, because he was the Mayor's son

  C             Am      Dm7           G7
The guy that took a knife, and monogrammed his wife
     C                  Am             Dm7   G7
Then dropped her in the pond and watched her drown
            F                B7                 C
Oh, yes, indeed, the people there are just plain folks
   D7 G7   C    / C#dim /  Dm7 / G
In my home town