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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 |
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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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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 |
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And the wildflowers grow |
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Back to the old home on the hill |
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Years have gone by since I saw her |
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I?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'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 |
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And the wildflowers grow |
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Back to the old home on the hill |
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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 |
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And the wildflowers grow |
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Back to the old home on the hill |
