written by V.F. Stewart
[G]Come on in and sit [C]right down and [D7]make yourself at [G]home
If I had one wish I wish I could
Go [C]back to my old neighborhood
Where the [D7]good folks they all love you as their [G]own
Then I'd go over to my neighbor's house
Knock [C]on the door 'n they'd all sing out
[G]Come on in and sit [C]right down and [D7]make yourself at [G]home
I'd sing their praises long and loud
Cause [C]their all my folks and I'm mighty proud
Of the [D7]little old town back home where I was [G]born
I wish that I could hear them say
In the [C]good old-fashioned friendly way
[G]Come on in and sit [C]right down and [D7]make yourself at [G]home
Well they don't lock their doors at night
Cause [C]they all know they're a doing right
And the [D7]good Lord's bound to have them for his [G]own
If I'd go back to hear them pray
In the [C]little pine church they all would say
[G]Come on in and sit [C]right down and [D7]make yourself at [G]home
When I was a child of only three
I [C]said my prayers at my mother's knee
And I [D7]knew right then from God I'd never [G]roam
When I get my summons on the Judgment Day
I [C]hope I can hear my Savior say
[G]Come on in and sit [C]right down and [D7]make yourself at [G]home
Come on in and sit [C]right down and [D7]make yourself at [G]home
[G]Come on in and sit [C]right down and [D7]make yourself at [G]home
If I had one wish I wish I could
Go [C]back to my old neighborhood
Where the [D7]good folks they all love you as their [G]own
Then I'd go over to my neighbor's house
Knock [C]on the door 'n they'd all sing out
[G]Come on in and sit [C]right down and [D7]make yourself at [G]home
I'd sing their praises long and loud
Cause [C]their all my folks and I'm mighty proud
Of the [D7]little old town back home where I was [G]born
I wish that I could hear them say
In the [C]good old-fashioned friendly way
[G]Come on in and sit [C]right down and [D7]make yourself at [G]home
Well they don't lock their doors at night
Cause [C]they all know they're a doing right
And the [D7]good Lord's bound to have them for his [G]own
If I'd go back to hear them pray
In the [C]little pine church they all would say
[G]Come on in and sit [C]right down and [D7]make yourself at [G]home
When I was a child of only three
I [C]said my prayers at my mother's knee
And I [D7]knew right then from God I'd never [G]roam
When I get my summons on the Judgment Day
I [C]hope I can hear my Savior say
[G]Come on in and sit [C]right down and [D7]make yourself at [G]home
Come on in and sit [C]right down and [D7]make yourself at [G]home