G B7 C G It's been ten long years since I left my home D In the hollow where I was born. G B7 C G Where the cool fall nights make the wood smoke rise, D G 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. (Chorus) D G What have they done to the old home place, A D why did they tear it down? G B7 C G And why did I leave the plow in the field, D G 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.