Lyric
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Oh,
|
there’s
|
no
|
place
|
like
|
home
|
for
|
the
|
holidays.
|
‘Cause
|
no
|
matter
|
how
|
far
|
away
|
you
|
roam,
|
When
|
you
|
pine
|
for
|
the
|
sunshine
|
of
|
a
|
friendly
|
gaze,
|
For
|
the
|
holidays,
|
you
|
can’t
|
beat
|
home,
|
sweet
|
home.
|
|
Lyric
|
I
|
met
|
a
|
man
|
who
|
lives
|
in
|
Tennessee.
|
He
|
was
|
headed
|
for
|
Pennsylvania
|
and
|
some
|
homemade
|
pumpkin
|
pie.
|
From
|
Pennsylvania,
|
folks
|
are
|
travelin’
|
Down
|
to
|
Dixie’s
|
sunny
|
shore.
|
From
|
Atlantic
|
to
|
Pacific,
|
Gee,
|
the
|
traffic
|
is
|
terrific!
|
|
Lyric
|
Oh,
|
there’s
|
no
|
place
|
like
|
home
|
for
|
the
|
holidays.
|
‘Cause
|
no
|
matter
|
how
|
far
|
away
|
you
|
roam,
|
If
|
you
|
want
|
to
|
be
|
happy
|
in
|
a
|
million
|
ways,
|
For
|
the
|
holidays,
|
you
|
can’t
|
beat
|
home,
|
sweet
|
home.
|
|
Lyric
|
Take
|
a
|
bus,
|
take
|
a
|
train,
|
go
|
and
|
hop
|
an
|
aeroplane.
|
Put
|
the
|
wife
|
and
|
kiddies
|
in
|
the
|
family
|
car.
|
For
|
the
|
pleasure
|
that
|
you
|
bring
|
When
|
you
|
make
|
that
|
doorbell
|
ring,
|
No
|
trip
|
could
|
be
|
too
|
far.
|
|
Lyric
|
I
|
met
|
a
|
man
|
who
|
lives
|
in
|
Tennessee.
|
He
|
was
|
headed
|
for
|
Pennsylvania
|
and
|
some
|
homemade
|
pumpkin
|
pie.
|
From
|
Pennsylvania,
|
folks
|
are
|
travelin’
|
Down
|
to
|
Dixie’s
|
sunny
|
shore.
|
From
|
Atlantic
|
to
|
Pacific,
|
Gee,
|
the
|
traffic
|
is
|
terrific!
|
|
Lyric
|
Oh,
|
there’s
|
no
|
place
|
like
|
home
|
for
|
the
|
holidays.
|
‘Cause
|
no
|
matter
|
how
|
far
|
away
|
you
|
roam,
|
If
|
you
|
want
|
to
|
be
|
happy
|
in
|
a
|
million
|
ways,
|
For
|
the
|
holidays,
|
you
|
can’t
|
beat
|
home,
|
sweet
|
home.
|
|