Bill Monroe - I Wish I Was In The Southland Sitting In A Chair

I left my old home in the mountains

And the only friends I ever had

And while I rambled this world over

My heart felt so lonely and sad



   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

   Back to the old home on the hill



I know that dear old mother's waiting

Waiting alone on that hill

With the silver in her hair and a twinkle in her eye

In the old cabin home on the hill



Years have gone by since I saw her

IÂ've traveled many a mile

But tonight there's a light in the window

And she's waiting at the door with a smile













		
			



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