I Wish I Was In The Southland Sitting In A Chair

I left my old home in the mountains

And the only friends I ever had

And while I rambled this world over

My heart felt so lonely and sad

I'm going back to the old home

Back to the place I love so well

Where the sweet waters flow and the wildflowers grow

Back to the old home on the hill

I know that dear old mother's waiting

Waiting alone on that hill

With the silver in her hair and a twinkle in her eye

In the old cabin home on the hill

Years have gone by since I saw her

IÃ''ve traveled many a mile

But tonight there's a light in the window

And she's waiting at the door with a smile