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