If I had one wish, I wish I could
 Go back to my old neighborhood
 Where the good folks they all love you as their own
 Then I'd go over to my neighbor's house
 Knock on the door 'n they'd all sing out
 Come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home

 I'd sing their praises long and loud
 Cause their all my folks 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 and sit right down and make yourself at home

 Well, they don't lock their doors at night
 'Cause they all know they're a-doin' 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 pine church, they all would say
 Come on in and 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 my summons on the Judgment Day
 I hope I can hear my Savior say
 Come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home
 Now, come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home