Back in the days of my childhood
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In the evening when everything was still
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I used to sit and listen to the foxhounds
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With my dad in the old Kentucky hills
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I'm on my way back to the old home
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The road winds on up the hill
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But there's no light in the window
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That shined long ago where I live
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Soon my childhood days were over
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I had to leave my old home
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For dad and mother were called to heaven
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I's left in this world all alone
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High in the hills of old Kentucky
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Stands the fondest spot in my memory
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I'm on my way back to the old home
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The light in the window I long to see
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I'm On My Way Back to the Old Home
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| Bill Monroe |
