| # | Title | Principal Artiste | Composers | Lyricist / Date written | Place | Date recorded | Matrix | Label&cat.no. | Additional Information |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 991 | Way Back Home | Ray Noble and His Orchestra | Al Lewis / Tom Waring | w/m `35 | New York | May 13, 1935 | A-496 | Associated Transcription rejected London HMG 5027 (LP) | As above. AB with The Freshmen. Radio Transcription. |
(Al Lewis / Tom Waring)
Ray Noble and His Orchestra
The clouds the dustiest, the winds the gustiest
The gates the rustiest, the pies the crustiest
The songs the lustiest, the friends the trustiest
'Way back home
The trees the sappiest, the days the nappiest
The dogs the yappiest, the kids the scrappiest
The jokes the snappiest, the folks the happiest
'Way back home
Don't know why I left the homestead
I really must confess
I'm just a weary exile
Singing my song of loneliness
The grass the springiest, the bees the stingiest
The birds the wingiest, the bells the ringiest
The hearts the singiest, the arms the clingiest
'Way back home
The Freshmen:
The sun is the laziest
The wheels are the dasiest
The cows are the craziest
The houses the maziest
Boys the wittiest
Girls the prettiest
Way down, Way down yonder to New Orleans
Scat!!!
Don't know why I left the homestead
I really must confess
I'm just a weary exile
Singing my song of loneliness
The grass is springing
The bees are stinging
The birds are winging
The bells are ringing
The hearts are singing
And the arm are clinging
'Way back home