Music by Ken Trietsch    Words by Ken Trietsch & Mark D. Schafer   Copyright 1938 by Hoosier Hot Shots

VERSE
Pack my grip, I'll take a trip
And tomorrow folks I'll skip,
Down where they all say, "Howdy Joe"
Down among the sugar cane
There my mammy waits for me,
With a smile I like to see,
I can hardly wait for the sound
Of that good old South bound train,


CHORUS
Tomorrow I cease wand'ring noys no more a rollin' stone
I bougth my ticket for the south-land
And I'll soon be rollin' home
Down where the sun shines on that cabin where I was born
And my dear old mother who is waiting there alone,
I see the blue smoke rollin', rollin' from that old log cabin flue
That was made from sticks and clay long years ago, yes years ago
I smell pancakes, Ham and bacon
I'm sure she will be makin
When I reach that old log cabin known to me as home sweet home.