Mitch Jayne / Dean Webb: |
Old Home Place |
1. |
It’s been ten long years when I left my home In the holler where I was born Where the cool fall nights make the wood smoke rise And the fox hunter blows his horn |
2. |
I fell in love with a girl from the town I thought that she would be true I run away to Charlottesville And warked in a sawmill or two |
Ch. |
What have they done to the old home place Why did they tear it down And why did I leave my plow in the field And look for a job in the town |
3. |
Well the girl run off with a somebody else The tarrifs took all my pay And here I stand where the old home stood Before they took it away |
4. |
Now the geese fly south and the cold wind moans As I stand heare and hang my head I’ve lost my love and I’ve lost my home And now I wish that I was dead |