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Omaha, Nebraska - The Marx Brothers
A man sat by the fireplace
The fire it was out
It was out because the logs were soaking wet
Were soaking wet
He thought of days when he
Sat on his mother's knee
Which by the way was also soaking wet
So soaking wet
He then put on his coat and hat
And grabbed a nearby cane
And to the good old fireplace
These words he did explain
There's a place called Omaha Nebraska
In the foothills of tennessee
My sweetie told me that
Someday she'll meet me at
The corner of delancey street and avenue B
From the shores of California to the rockbound coast of maine
We'll settle down in Washington D C
In the heart of Omaha Nebraska
Where the best things in life are free
In the foothills of tennessee
There's a place called Omaha Nebraska
In the foothills of tennessee
My sweetie told me that someday
She'll meet me at
The corner of delancey street and avenue B
When snowfall in my entina
And it's raining in proroof
I love you like the honey likes the bee
In the heart of Omaha Nebraska
Where the best things in life
Are free
In the foothills of tennessee