Little Home in Tennessee
[Written by Carson Robison and recorded by Dalhart in 1926, also by Carters in 1932. The last two verses are switched and the last two lines of the last verse have been changed.
R. Matteson 2014]
Little Home In Tennessee
I am always dreaming of my little home
Back among the hills in Tennessee
I am always longing, 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 that 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.
Till another man won her heart and hand,
Then I knew how much she meant to me,
I was broken-hearted and I went away,
From that little home in Tennessee.
I can remember my mother standing by the gate,
As I drove the old horse up the lane.
She would never scold me when I came home late,
Oh I wish that I never caused her pain.
With her tender smiles beaming all the while
No one could ever mean so much to me
I was broken-hearted and I went away
From that little home in Tennessee.