From The Birmingham Age Herald, April 13, 1915. By George V. Hobart.
There’s a big road in the city
That they call the Great White Way,
Where the bright lights—staring white lights—
Turn the night time into day;
But you’re lonely when you walk it,
For you want once more to find
In the shadows, in the darkness,
That old road you left behind.
It’s the old road back to Homeland,
It’s the outcast’s only goal,
Where the ever-cruel white lights
Throw no shadows on your soul.
It’s the old road back to childhood,
It’s the road you want to roam,
With the stars above to guide you—
It’s the road to Home Sweet Home!