I'm Going Back To The Old Home
Bill Monroe, 1950
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I left my old home in the mountains,
And the only friends I ever had.
And though I rambled this world over,
My heart's been so lonely and sad.
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I'm going back to the old home,
Back to the place I love so well.
Where the sweet waters flow, and the wildflowers grow,
All around the old home on the hill.
I know that dear old mother's waiting,
Waiting alone on that hill,
With a twinkle in her eye and the silver in her hair,
In the old cabin home on the hill.
It's many years now since I saw her.
And I've traveled many a mile.
Tonight there's a light in the window,
And she's waiting at the door with a smile.