Old Home Place
Written by 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,
And the foxhunter blows his horn.


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


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.


My girl ran off with somebody else,
The taverns took all my pay,
And here I stand where the old home stood,
Before they took it away.


Now the geese they fly south and the cold wind blows,
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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