Old Home Place

	  		
   
  
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 It's been ten long years since I left my home   
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 In the hollow where I was born.   
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 Where the cool fall nights make the wood smoke rise,   
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 And a fox hunter blows his horn.   
  
  
 I fell in love with a girl from the town   
 I thought that she would be true.   
 I ran away to Charlottesville   
 and worked in a sawmill or two.   
  
  
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 What have they done to the old home place,   
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 why did they tear it down?   
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 And why did I leave the plow in the field,   
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 and look for a job in the town.   
  
  
 Well, the girl ran off with somebody else   
 the taverns took all my pay.   
 And here I stand where the old home stood   
 before they took it away.   
  
  
 Now the geese fly south and the cold wind moans   
 as I stand here and hang my head.   
 I've lost my love, I've lost my home   
 and now I wish that I was dead.