Old Home Place

Mitch Jayne

 
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,
 Where the moon shines bright on the wood smoke white,}
And the foxhunter blows his horn.

I fell in love with a girl from the town,
She promised that she would be true.
I ran away to Charlottesville,
And worked in a sawmill crew.

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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 my girl she ran off with somebody else.
The {taverns,tarriffs} 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 {blows,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.

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