David Lomond - My Little Grass Shack Lyrics
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My Little Grass Shack
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What Are The Lyrics For My Little Grass Shack By David Lomond?
I want to go back to my little grass shack in Kealakekua, Hawaii
I want to be with all the kanes and wahines that I knew long ago I can hear old guitars a playing, on the beach at Hoonaunau I can hear the Hawaiians saying "Komomai no kaua ika hale welakahao" It won't be long 'til my ship will be sailing back to Kona A grand old place that's always fair to see I'm just a little Hawaiian and a homeside Island boy I want to go back to my fish and poi I want to go back to my little grass shack in Kealakekua, Hawaii Where the Humuhumu, Nukunuku a puaa goes swimming by Where the Humuhumu, Nukunuku a puaa goes swimming by I want to go back to my little grass shack in Kealakekua, Hawaii I want to be with all the kanes and wahines that I knew long ago I can hear old guitars a playing, on the beach at Hoonaunau I can hear the Hawaiians saying "Komomai no kaua ika hale welakahao" It won't be long 'til my ship will be sailing back to Kona A grand old place that's always fair to see I'm just a little Hawaiian and a homeside Island boy I want to go back to my fish and poi I want to go back to my little grass shack in Kealakekua, Hawaii Where the Humuhumu, Nukunuku a puaa goes swimming by |
Who Wrote My Little Grass Shack By David Lomond?
Bill Cogswell, Johnny Noble, Tommy Harrison, William Cogswell
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