Old Home Place
J.D. Crowe & The New South
key of Bb, capo 3
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It's been ten long years since I left my home
In the hollow where I was born.
Where the cool fall nights make the wood smoke rise,
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?
Why did they tear it down?
And why did I leave the plow in the field,
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.