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I wonder how the old folks are at home |
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I wonder if they miss me while I've gone |
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I wonder if they pray for their boy who went away |
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And left his mom and papa all alone |
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You could see the cattle lowin' in the lane |
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You could see the fields of blue grass where I've grown |
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You could almost hear them cry as they kissed their boy goodbye |
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I wonder how the old folks are at home |
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Just the village and the homestead on the farm |
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And the mother's love there to keep you from all harm |
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There's the mother's love so true and the sweetheart who loves you too |
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I wonder how the old folks are at home |
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You could see the cattle lowin' in the lane |
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You could see the fields of blue grass where I've grown |
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You could almost hear them cry as they kissed their boy goodbye |
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I wonder how the old folks are at home |
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I wonder how the old folks are at home |