On My Way To Old Home-crd Bill Monroe
B[A]ack in the days of my ch[G]ildhood
in the ev[A]ening when everything was s[E]till
I u[A]sed to sit and listen to the f[D]ox hounds
with my d[A]ad in the [E]old Kentucky h[A]ills.
I'm on my way back to the o[D]ld home,
that road winds on up the h[E]ill
But t[A]here's no light in the wi[D]ndow,
that s[A]hined long a[E]go where I li[A]ved.
Soon my childhood days were over
I had to leave my old home.
For my mom and dad were called to heaven
I was left in this world all alone.
High in the hill of 'ol Kentucky
stands a foggy thought in my memory
I'm on my way back to the old home
that light in the window I long to see.