| Well, I wonder how the old folks are at home
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| I wonder if they miss me while I’m gone
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| I wonder if they pray for the girl who went away
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| And left her dear old parents all alone
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| You could hear the cattle lowing in the lane
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| You could see the fields of blue grass where I’ve roamed
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| You could almost hear them cry as they kissed their girl goodbye
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| Now, I wonder how the old folks are at home
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| Just a village and a homestead on the farm
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| And a mother’s love to shield you from all harm
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| The sky’s above are blue a sweetheart that loves you
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| A village and a homestead on the farm
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| You could hear the cattle lowing in the lane
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| You could see the fields of blue grass where I’ve roamed
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| You could almost hear them cry as they kissed their girl goodbye
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| Now, I wonder how the old folks are at home
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| You could hear the cattle lowing in the lane
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| You could see the fields of blue grass where I’ve roamed
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| You could almost hear them cry as they kissed their girl goodbye
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| Now, I wonder how the old folks are at home… |