| A | G | |
| B | ack in the days of my ch | ildhood |
| A | E | |
| in the ev | ening when everything was s | till |
| A | D | |
| I u | sed to sit and listen to the f | ox hounds |
| A | E | A | |
| with my d | ad in the | old Kentucky h | ills. |
| (chorus) |
| D | |
| I'm on my way back to the o | ld home, |
| E | |
| that road winds on up the h | ill |
| A | D | |
| But t | here's no light in the wi | ndow, |
| A | E | A | |
| that s | hined long a | go where I li | 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. |