Cat. #1488 (MFH #992) - As sung by Bill Baker, Saint Paul, Arkansas on October 27, 1973
VERSE 1
O, th days is sad an' th night are long
An' th whole wide world is goin' wrong
All because I'm far away from home
I bow my head an' I close my eyes
It's them I stop to realize
What a fool I was to ever roam
There's a long, long trail a winding
To th land that's fair an' bright
That's th trail I'm always finding
When I go to sleep at night
VERSE 2
I dream of climbing up th hill
Where I used to hear those whippoorwill
In th goold ole country town where I wa born
When you get off at th station
You can see those happy smiles
You can tell th whole creation
I'd walked a thousand mile
Just t' be back where th skies are blue
Know my friends are always true
In th good ole country town where I was born
VERSE 3
It's a place where th clothes don't make th man
They mean it when they shake your hand
Stranger won't be turned from any door
It's a land of milk an' honey
Where th folks are on th square
They don't make a barrel of money
But you're always welcome there
I know I'm just a small town guy
For I'm going back to live an' die
In th good ole country town where I was born