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It's been ten long years since I left my home |
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In the hollow where I was born |
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Where the cool fall nights make the wood smoke rise |
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And the fox hunter blows his horn |
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I fell in love with a girl from the town |
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I thought that she would be true |
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I ran away to Charlottesville |
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And worked in a sawmill or two |
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Chorus |
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What have they done to the old home place? |
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Why did they tear it down? |
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And why did I leave the plow in the field |
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And look for a job in the town? |
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Well the girl ran off with somebody else |
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The taverns took all my pay |
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And here I stand where the old home stood |
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Before they took it away |
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Now the geese they fly south and the cold wind blows |
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As I stand here and hang my head |
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I've lost my love and I've lost my home |
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And now I wish that I was dead |
