Home Sweet Wisconsin
West Allis, Green Lake, and Menasha,
I have been all over this great state,
I always complain about the cold and snow,
But, honestly, there is no place like home,
There's none better than home sweet Wisconsin!
I was born and raised here,
I know the roads, the sites, and faces,
I have talked of leaving here many times,
But, when it comes down to it,
I found myself unable to go,
Singing karaoke at Harry O's,
Summerfest and sitting by the rocks,
Dancing at Park Central,
Taking a detour along the Menomonee River Parkway,
Cheering on the Pack at Lambeau,
Too many memories,
I'll never forget,
Even if I ever leave someday,
My heart will always remain here,
In home sweet Wisconsin,
Green and gold,
Miller, Marcus theaters, Ripon Good Cookies,
And the home of the Republican Party,
We're home to so many things,
But, for me, none more important than family,
Driving on the back roads in Ripon,
Young, naive, and 21,
Bowling league on the North side of Milwaukee,
Learning to shine on stage,
Finding myself,
Broken heart, more than once,
More than my share of tears,
Fell down and got back up again,
Became a mother,
And learned the true meaning of love,
No matter where I go,
My roots will remain here,
When I die,
This is where I want to rest,
Right here in home sweet Wisconsin.
I have been all over this great state,
I always complain about the cold and snow,
But, honestly, there is no place like home,
There's none better than home sweet Wisconsin!
I was born and raised here,
I know the roads, the sites, and faces,
I have talked of leaving here many times,
But, when it comes down to it,
I found myself unable to go,
Singing karaoke at Harry O's,
Summerfest and sitting by the rocks,
Dancing at Park Central,
Taking a detour along the Menomonee River Parkway,
Cheering on the Pack at Lambeau,
Too many memories,
I'll never forget,
Even if I ever leave someday,
My heart will always remain here,
In home sweet Wisconsin,
Green and gold,
Miller, Marcus theaters, Ripon Good Cookies,
And the home of the Republican Party,
We're home to so many things,
But, for me, none more important than family,
Driving on the back roads in Ripon,
Young, naive, and 21,
Bowling league on the North side of Milwaukee,
Learning to shine on stage,
Finding myself,
Broken heart, more than once,
More than my share of tears,
Fell down and got back up again,
Became a mother,
And learned the true meaning of love,
No matter where I go,
My roots will remain here,
When I die,
This is where I want to rest,
Right here in home sweet Wisconsin.
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