Little Mountain Road

There's a little road back in the mountains
That I traveled on when just a kid
Many years ago, I was bound to travel
I'm sorry now for the things I did

I remember how my mom was weepin'
As she held me close, whispered, "Son, don't go"
And Daddy's outstretched hand was trembling
His heart was breaking, now I know

I was all they had to love and cherish
I was all they had to bring them joy
The happiness I once gave to them
I took away as a wandering boy

After many years, I came to see them
My joy, to grief, turned like a stone
Two graves, with words, "Please hurry home, son
We're waitin' for you by your mountain road"