Way Down In Iowa
I'm Going To Hide Away.
Music by GEO. W. MEYER
Lyric by SAM M. LEWIS & JOE YOUNG
Published 1916 by Waterson Berlin & Snyder
I found a horse shoe yes-ter-day;
It brought me good-luck right a-way.
Now I'm not su-per-sti-tious,
But my wish-es all came true.
I went and rubbed a rus-ty nail,
And then I made a wish for mail.
Next day a let-ter said
"you'd bet-ter come home with-out fail."
I'm gon-na hide a-way, on a lit-tle farm in I-o-wa;
I'm gon-na ride a-way, on the road that leads to yes-ter-day.
Why, I can al-most pic-ture dear old moth-er,
Sprink-ling sug-ar on my bread and but-ter,
Way down in that town in I-o-wa.
Two heads are crowned with gray;
Oh! I owe them more than I can pay,
The fields of new mown hay just moan and say:
"Go home and stay," And when I get back with them both,
I'll nev-er leave, I'll take an oath,
I'll hide a-way, way down in I-o-wa.
My palm was itch-ing all last night,
That means I'll get my fare all-right.
I found a four leaf clo-ver,
Hard luck's o-ver, me for home!
My ear is ring-ing like a bell,
That means the folks all wish me well.
Now I'm de-light-ed,
so ex-cit-ed, I could fair-ly yell.