Down The Old Road To Home - Merle Haggard, The Strangers

Dear I’m thinking of you while here all alone

I’m wishing and longing for you and for home

And I’d give this old world if I could only say

I’m climbing that hill headed that way.

With a troubled mind and a heart filled with pain

I’ve searched the old world for fortune and fame

But I’m longing to be with you once again

So we could stroll down old mem’ry lane.

There’s a little red house on the top of the hill

Not very far from an old sirup mill

For I’m lonesome and blue for some place to roam

And I wish it could be down the old road to home…