Here's another branch of the family:


COME ON IN
As recorded by Patsy Cline, 1956.

Now come on and sit right down and make yourself at home.

If I'd one wish I wish I could
Go back to my old neighborhood
Where the good folks they all love you as their own;
Then I'd go over to my neighbors' house,
Knock on the door and they'd all sing out:
"Come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home."

I'd sing their praises long and loud
'Cause they're all my folks and I'm mighty proud
Of the little old town back home where I was born.
I wish that I could hear them say
In the good old-fashioned friendly way:
"Come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home."

Now they don't lock their doors at night,
'Cause they all know they're a-doin' right,
And the good lord's bound to have them for his own.
If I'd go back to hear them pray
In the little pine church, they all would say:
"Come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home."

When I was a child of only three,
I said my prayers at my mother's knee,
And I knew right then from God I'd never roam.
When I get my summons on the judgment day,
I hope I can hear my savior say:
"Come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home."

Now come on in and sit right down and make yourself at home.