Piney Grove
Way back in the hills stands an old piney grove
Where I lived when I was a lad
And my thoughts wonder back to our old happy home
And all the good times that we once had
We worked on the farm from first light at dawn
Tending to the fields of golden corn
And we'd play in the woods on that old mountain side
Till Mother and Dad would call us home
Take me back to the old piney grove
Where those grow tall and they grow slow
Oh how I miss that old mountain home
Way back in that old piney grove
When I had grown I wanted to roam
And see the world beyond my front door
But now I long for the day I'll be going back home
Never leave that piney grove no more
Take me back to the old piney grove
Where those grow tall and they grow slow
Oh how I miss that old mountain home
Way back in that old piney grove