I WONDER HOW THE OLD FOLKS ARE AT HOME
Osborne Brothers 

 
Well I wonder how the old folks are at home 
I wonder if they miss me while I roam 
I wonder if they pray for the boy who went away 
And left his dear old parents all alone 

Now you can hear the cattle lowin' in the lane 
You cant see the fields of bluegrass where I roam 
You can almost hear them cry as they kiss their boy goodbye 
I wonder how the old folks are at home 

Just a village and a homestead on the farm 
And a mother's love to shield you from all harm 
A mother's love so dear and a sweetheart brave and true 
Just a village and a homestead on the farm