Every night I'm dreaming of that little home down among the hills of Tennessee
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And I'm always lonely longin' to return to the place that means the world to me
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Just a little shack roof all turning black still it is a palace there to me
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Songbirds always singing round the cabin door of that little home in Tennessee
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I can see my mother standing by the gate when I drove the old horse up the lane
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She would always scold me when I got home late
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Now I wish I'd never caused her pain
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With her tender smile meaning all worthwhile no one could be half so kind to me
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Now she's gone to heaven and she'll nearly turn to our little home in Tennessee
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I can still remember many years ago when my sweetheart wandered by my side
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Down among the mountains where wild flowers grow
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There she promised she would be my bride
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But another man won her heart and hand then I knew how much she meant to me
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I was broken hearted so I went away from that little home in Tennessee
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Little Home In Tennessee
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| Wilburn Brothers |
