A popular song from 1923.
Words and music by Lou Davis, Abel Baer, and Henry Santly.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- There’s no place like home
You never learn that till you roam
Every place I’d be
That little home kept callin’ me
I left the world behind
Fate was kind, showed the way
Happy the whole day long
Life’s a song and I’ll say
Refrain
I’m sittin’ pretty in a pretty little city
Down Georgia way
There are no angels near
But it seems like heaven here
And every mornin’
When a Georgia day is dawnin’
I hear a song Whipporwill on my sill
Whistlin’ come on a long
Always blowin’ bubbles
Haven’t any troubles
Lucky it would seem
Hope nobody shakes me
Hope nobody wakes me
This may be a dream
And there’s a sweet certain person
Who is faithfully rehearsin’ a wedding day
So, I’m sittin’ pretty in a pretty little city
Down old Georgia way
- Postman calls each day
With lots of letters and they say
When will you be here
We haven’t seen you in a year
I know they want me there
I declare there’s no use
I have just learned to live
And I’d give this excuse