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Back in the days of my childhood
In the evening when everything was still
I used to sit and listen to the foxhounds
With my dad in those old Kentucky hills
I'm on my way back to the old home
That road that winds up the hill
But there's no light in the window
That shined long ago where I lived
Soon my childhood days were over
I had to leave my old home
My mom and dad were called to heaven
I was left in this world all alone
High in the hills of old Kentucky
Stands the fondest place in my old memory
I'm on my way back to the old home
The light in the window I long to see
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