Out in The Cold World

Out In The Cold World - Bill Monroe

Out in the cold world and far away from home

Some mother's boy is wanderin' all alone

No one to guide him or keep his footsteps right

Some mother's boy is homeless tonight

Bring back to me my wandering boy

For there is no other who's left to give me joy

Tell him that his mother with faded cheeks and hair

Is at the old home place awaiting him there

Out in the hallway then stands a vacant chair

And an old pair of shoes he used to wear

Empty is the cradle he used to love so well

Oh how I miss him no tongue can tell

Bring back to me my wandering boy

For there is no other who's left to give me joy

Tell him that his mother with faded cheeks and hair

Is at the old home place awaiting him there

Such tell the far him

And bring back to me

Far for the whenever he maybe

Tell him that his mother with faded cheeks and hair

Is at the old home place awaiting him there

Bring back to me my wandering boy

For there is no other who's left to give me joy

Tell him that his mother with faded cheeks and hair

Is at the old home place awaiting him there