I Miss My Home

When I was a baby boy
Me mammy said to me
"Don't mess around with them Irish Girls
They'll never let you be"
I went off to Dublin
To see what I could see
They filled me up with whiskey, boys
They never let me be

I miss my home
The chimney stacks and the cobbled streets I roam
Wherever I go, when I find myself alone
I just close my eyes and the memories take me home

When I was a little boy
Me mammy says to me
Don't mess around with them French girls, they'll never let you be
I took a trip to gay Paris
To see what I could see
They filled me up with, ooh la la
They never let me be

I miss my home
The chimney stacks and the cobbled streets I roam
Wherever I go, when I find myself alone
I just close my eyes and the memories take me home

When I was a young man
Me mammy said to me
Stay away from all those Yankee girls
They'll never let you be
So I went to New York City
To see what I could see
They put mustard on me hot dog, boys
They never let me be

I miss my home
The chimney stacks and the cobbled streets I roam
Wherever I go, when I find myself alone
I just close my eyes and the memories take me home

It's finally plain to see
They'll never let you be
I should have listened to all the things
Me mammy said to me

I miss my home
The chimney stacks and the cobbled streets I roam
Wherever I go, when I find myself alone
I just close my eyes and the memories take me home

And now I am an old man
At the age of 93
I'm on my way to heaven, boys
To see what I can see
St. Peter's at them pearly gates
And as he opens up the door
He says you're not finished yet me b'yyyy
You're goin' back for more

I miss my home
The chimney stacks and the cobbled streets I roam
Wherever I go, when I find myself alone
I just close my eyes and the memories take me home