Home again and the streets are not much cleaner
And the quaint old south side scenery
Is quaint no more
I guess I'm older than before
Go up the stairs and down the hallway
To my daddy's door

Your girl is home, dad, she's found a boy
He's just a sweetest guy I'll ever know
I hope you'll like him, dad, I hope you do
But if you don't, that's alright, too

What's new?
Do you still work at the drugstore?
Is that true?
Still polishing the same floor?
I missed my dear old dad
My but I'm glad to see you home again
But we won't be staying here, dad
The smoke makes Jim's eyes tear so bad
We can't have that
I guess I write you where we're at
Jimmy's father owns a bank
I guess he'll try his hand at that

So come and see us, poppa, when you can
There'll always be a place for my old man
Just drop by when it's convenient to
Be sure and call before you do
So long, dad...