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A long time ago, |
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I left my home, |
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For a job in the fruit trees. |
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But I miss those hills and the windy pines: |
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Their song seemed to suit me. |
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So I sent my wages to my home. |
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Said we'd soon be together. |
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For the next good crop would pay my way, |
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And I'd come home forever.(Chorus) |
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One more dime to show for my day, |
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One more dollar and |
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I'm on my way. |
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When I reach those hills, boys, |
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I'll never roam. |
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One more dollar, and |
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I'm going home."No work" said the boss at the bunkhouse door."There's a freeze on the branches." |
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So when the dice came out at the bar downtown, |
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I rolled and took my chances.(Chorus) |
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A long time ago, |
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I left my home, |
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Just a girl passing twenty. |
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Could you spare a coin or a christian prayer? |
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For my luck has turned against me.(Chorus, last phrase repeated) |
