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I am always dreaming of my little home

Back among the hills of Tennessee

I am always yearning, longing to return

To the place that means the world to me

Just a little shack roof all turning black

Still it's a place there to me

Song birds always singing round the kitchen door

Of my little home in Tennessee

I can see my mother standing by the gate

As I drove the car up the lane

She would never scold me when I came home late

How I wish that I had never caused her pain

Just a tender smile beaming all the while

No one could be half so kind to me

Now she's gone to Heaven and she'll never return

To my little home in Tennessee

I can still remember many years ago

When my sweetheart wandered by my side

Down among the mountains where wild flowers grow

There she promised she would be my bride

Then another man won her heart and hand

She always meant the world to me

I was broken hearted and I went away

From my little home in Tennessee