Doc Watson
my dear old southern home
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In my dear old home
I was happy as I could be
Where the mocking birds sang every night while I rest
In that little old log cabin by the sea
There is Mother and dear old Dad
Where I left I know it made them sad
So I'm going back to that dear old shack
Where I spent my happy days as a lad
Goodbye friends I'm leaving today
Goodbye friends I'm going far away
I'll be happy as can be on my dear old Mother's knee
In that little old log cabin by the sea
- Album:
- Docs Prescription
- The Definitive Doc Watson
- Americana Master Series: Best Of Doc Watson
- Miscellaneous
- Memories
- Doc Watson Live In San Francisco 1964
- The Bottom Line Archive Series: (2002)
- Old Timey Concert
- Celtic Drinking Songs
- Third Generation Blues
- The Vanguard Years
- Live From San Francisco (S.F. State College, 1965)
- Celebrate Blues & Bluegrass - Memphis Slim & Doc Watson...
- Corn Likker Blues
- The Rambling Hobo & Other Favorites
- Doc Watson At Gerdes Folk City
- Doc Watson on Stage
- Celebrate Blues & Bluegrass: Memphis Slim & Doc Watson
- Blues Unplugged
- Men of Classic Country, Vol. 1