You'll make our shack a mansion
Since I've been gone my Mammy says the old place ain't the same The old hound dog is growing old and old Dobbin's getting lame She says the place needs happy shouts of a young and rowdy crew And that is why I won't be shy when I say this speech to you Oh I'm waitin' lettle gal fot the time I'll win your hand Take you back where I was born down in old Dixie Land The old home place will brighten up, everything will be so gay You'll make our shach a mansion when I bring you home to stay Well the folks will all be happy when we come up the lane Pa and Ma and Grand Pap will be smiling once again They'll be so glad to welcome us to the old place on the hill Cause I know what kind of folks they like and you sure fill the bill * Refrain Well you'll fit right in the circle around the old fire place There'll be a look of pleasure on every smiling face We'll be happier than the richest folk, won't worry night or day You'll make our shack a mansion when I bring you home to stay * Refrain