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

I sing their praises long and loud, 'cause they're all my friends, and I'm mighty proud
Of the little old town back home where I was born
If I'd go back to hear them say in the good old-fashioned friendly way
Come on in, and sit right down, and make yourself at home

Now, they don't lock their doors at night, 'cause they all know thеy're a-doin' right
And the good Lord's bound to have thеm for His own
When I get the summons on the Judgment Day, I hope that I'll hear my Savior say
Come on in, and sit right down, and make yourself at home
Come on in, sit right down, and make yourself at home