I'd Like To Wander Back To The Old Home (2:39)
Not so long ago I left my homeplace
In search of big city dreams
But I never seemed to find the easy life
That I’d read ‘bout in those fancy magazines

Oh I’d like to wander back to the old home
Hear the sound of the lonesome whippoorwill
Visit Mom and Dad resting in a graveyard
Nestled back within the old Kentucky Hills

I was afraid to let my Mom and Daddy Know
That their son had winded up in jail
Letters I sent home said I was doing well
I couldn’t let them know their wandering boy had failed

I was doing time when Mom and Daddy passed away
I couldn’t be there to kiss them both goodbye
If they ever free me from this prison cell
I’ll plant flowers all around their dear gravesides