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Lyrics

Down by the fishin' hole Was my favorite place to go When I was just a kid In that place that I call home Where people smiled and waved As they would pass you by Oh how I miss that little place That old hometown of mine You could hear the whippoorwill calling From the Cumberland River Bullfrogs in the spring time Crickets chirping in the holler No question in my mind It was the best years of my life I'd like to go back To the old homeplace of mine You could smell Momma's cooking As we gathered in thе kitchen Nap time on the front porch Thеn we'd do a little pickin' God, church, family And down home country music That's how we lived our lives At the old homeplace of mine You could hear the church bells ringin' Throughout town on Sunday mornin' The noise on the tin roof As the rain kept on a' pourin' Horseback rides in summertime And picnics on the riverside That's what we did back then In the Old homeplace of mine I'd love to go back To my home in Jackson County The memories so sweet Will forever live within me Just to smell the honeysuckle vines And to be with friends of mine It takes me back in time To the old homeplace of mine Yeah I'd like to go back To the old homeplace of mine