A Quote by William Jerome

Any old place I can hang my hat is home sweet home to me. — © William Jerome
Any old place I can hang my hat is home sweet home to me.
Home sweet home. No place like home. Take me home, country roads. Home is where the heart is. But my heart is here. So I must be home. Clare sighs, turns her head, and is quiet. Hi, honey. I'm home. I'm home.
Everywhere you hang your hat is home. Home is the bright cave under the hat.
When was it that people decided as a society that your body is in one place and your sexuality in another place, something like a hat, or a coat, that when you leave home you hang it and when you come back home you say, "Ah! Let's wear my sexuality! I might wear it tonight"? It is something that belongs to your body.
Home is wherever I hang my hat.
Home is where you hang your hat.
Any place I hang my head is home.
It takes a heap o' children to make a home that's true,And home can be a palace grand, or just a plain, old shoe;But if it has a mother dear, and a good old dad or two,Why, that's the sort of good old home for good old me and you.
When I'm with my parents, that's the place I can unplug. That's the place I can shut down and not worry about work or what's going on. I go home and hang out with them. I sleep more there than any place else ever.
Home. Wow. I’m already calling it home. Well, isn’t that what any place is? Any place that you share with someone you love, I mean?
It is home. The Twin Cities are home and [Ames] is home. It’s definitely always a place that’s going to be very special to me.
Every house where love abides And friendship is a guest, Is surely home, and home sweet home For there the heart can rest.
God bless America, land that I love, Stand beside her, and guide her, Through the night, with the light from above, From the mountains, to the prairies To the oceans, white with foam God bless America, my home sweet home, God bless America! My Home Sweet Home!
Besides, you think I'm not used to hurting? For me, it's home sweet home, my brother.
Once I came to Salt Lake City, I didn't want to go anywhere else. It was home sweet home for me.
River gonna take me, Sing me sweet and sleepy, Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home, It's a far gone lullaby sung many years ago Mama, Mama, many worlds I've come since I first left home
When I get old, I'm going to the old folks' home. I don't want to be one of those guys who's hanging around the house bothering the kids. But not just any old folks' home. I want the whole top floor.
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