Well, I wonder if they miss me when I'm gone
I wonder if they pray
For the boy who went away
And left his dear old parents all alone
You could hear the cattle lowing in the lane
You could almost see the fields of bluegrass green
You could almost hear them cry
As they kissed their boy goodbye
I wonder how the old folks are at home
 [bad word] break to tune of Home, Sweet Home]
Just a village and a homestead on the farm
And a mother's love to shield him from all harm
mother's love so [bad word] 
And a sweetheart brave and [bad word] 
village and a homestead on the farm
You could hear the cattle lowing in the lane
You could almost see the fields of bluegrass green
You could almost hear them cry
As they kissed their boy goodbye
I wonder how the old folks are at home
 [bad word] break to tune of Home, Sweet Home]
You could hear the cattle lowing in the lane
You could almost see the fields of bluegrass green
You could almost hear them cry
As they kissed their boy goodbye
I wonder how the old folks are at home