I left my old home in the mountains
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And the only friends I ever had
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And while I rambled this world over
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My heart felt so lonely and sad
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I¡¯m going back to the old home
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Back to the place I love so well
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Where the sweet waters flow and the wildflowers grow
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Back to the old home on the hill
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I know that dear old mother¡¯s waiting
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Waiting alone on that hill
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With the silver in her hair and a twinkle in her eye
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In the old cabin home on the hill
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Years have gone by since I saw her
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IA¡¯ve traveled many a mile
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But tonight there¡¯s a light in the window
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And she¡¯s waiting at the door with a smile
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I wish I was in the Southland sitting in a chair
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| Bill Monroe |
