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

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 

I've traveled many a mile 

But tonight there's a light in the window 

And she's waiting at the door with a smile