When the sun set in the sky, flowers never die, babe. Friends don't pass you by, but that's my own. When the folks say howdy-do, like they mean it too, When mammy's love is true, but that's my own. I'm always welcome back, no matter where I roam. It's just a little shack to me, it's home sweet home. Where the Swanee River flows, the shady pine trees grow. I needn't say no more, cause that's my home. . . . . . .