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Vincent Rhonda Back Home Again

I hear the wind a-blowing through the lonesome pine And I know my love is gone too I hear the wind a-blowing through the lonesome pine That's why I'm

the ground Banjo / Mandolin break: The years have travelled by me, and tomorrow's gonna wait. Made a few mistakes along the way. But whenever things get really tough, I think back

My days are so lonely my nights are so blue Though my heart is broken it belongs to you Of misery and sorrow well I've had my share Like you I'm pretending

praise the redeemer on high. Now in sadness I pine for that old home of mine And I long for that mother?s love. (Chorus) I?d like to go back to that