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Theres Always A Mother Waiting At Home

Höfundur lags: J. Thornton Flytjandi: Johnny Cash Sent inn af: Anonymous

[C]So you're going to leave the old home Jim
Today you're [F]going a[C]way  
So you're [G7]going among the city folk to [C]dwell
So spoke a kind old mother to her boy [F]one summer's [C]day  
If you're [G7]mind's made up that way I wish you [C]well

The [F]old home will be [C]lonesome

We'll miss you when you go
The birds won't sing so sweet when you're not [G7]nigh   
But [C]if you get in trouble Jim just write and [F]let us [C]know
She spoke these [G7]words and then she said good[C]bye  

If [F]sickness over [C]takes you

And old companions shake you
As through this world you wander all a[G7]lone   
When [C]friends you haven't any
In your [F]pocket not a penny
There's a [C]mother always [G7]waiting you at [C]home

Ten years later to this village came a stranger [F]no one [C]knew
His steps were [G7]haunt and ragged clothes he [C]wore

The little children laughed at him
As down the [F]lane he [C]trod
At last [G7]he stopped before a cottage [C]door

He [F]gently knocked no [C]sound he heard

He thought can she be dead
But then he heard a voice well known to [G7]him   
Twas [C]his mother's voice but her hair had silvered
By the [F]touch of [C]time
And she [G7]said thank God they've sent me home my [C]Jim  

If [F]sickness over [C]takes you

And old companions shake you
As through this world you wander all a[G7]lone   
When [C]friends you haven't any
In your [F]pocket not a penny
There's a [C]mother always [G7]waiting you at [C]home


So you're going to leave the old home Jim
Today you're going away
So you're going among the city folk to dwell
So spoke a kind old mother to her boy one summer's day
If you're mind's made up that way I wish you well

The old home will be lonesome

We'll miss you when you go
The birds won't sing so sweet when you're not nigh
But if you get in trouble Jim just write and let us know
She spoke these words and then she said goodbye

If sickness over takes you

And old companions shake you
As through this world you wander all alone
When friends you haven't any
In your pocket not a penny
There's a mother always waiting you at home

Ten years later to this village came a stranger no one knew
His steps were haunt and ragged clothes he wore

The little children laughed at him
As down the lane he trod
At last he stopped before a cottage door

He gently knocked no sound he heard

He thought can she be dead
But then he heard a voice well known to him
Twas his mother's voice but her hair had silvered
By the touch of time
And she said thank God they've sent me home my Jim

If sickness over takes you

And old companions shake you
As through this world you wander all alone
When friends you haven't any
In your pocket not a penny
There's a mother always waiting you at home

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