Ozark Mountain Home, Brad Leftwich on banjo, 1984 

So nice!!

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Theres a place thats far away And a little mound of clay That recalls to me the days of long ago When Id sit on mothers knee And she'd talk and sing to me How I loved her voice and laughter sweet and low Though her love will always linger I can see her day by day As she sits there in that little cabin home Though the house has blown away And the fields with grass are grey I can ne'er forget my ozark mountain home Though I bow my head in sorrow For I know we'll meet tomorrow In that little mound of clay there in the hills Im going back And build a shack By that little mound of clay Im going back And build a shack In those ozark hills far away Oh her life was sweet to me Just as sweet as sweet can be And her aching heart was always full of pain From that little mound of clay She will guide me day by day And Ill never roam the distant ways again In words that live forever She reminded me to never Take advantage of the weak ones of our day Though were better off in name We will all just be the same When we meet there in the shadow of the clay Though I bow my head in sorrow For I know we'll meet tomorrow In that little mound of clay there in the hills Im going back And build a shack By that little mound of clay Im going back And build a shack In those ozark hills far away