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.

Well I rememeber those parting words he said

Well meet up yonder where tears are never shed

In that land of sunshine, away from toil and care

When life is over, I’ll meet you up there