Old Home Place

Words & Music:

Traditional American


          G        B7          C         G

It's been ten long years since I left my home

G                         D

In the hollow where I was born.

          G         B7              C          G

Where the cool fall nights make the wood smoke rise

G                  D         G

And the fox hunter blows his horn.


I fell in love with a girl from the town.

I thought that she would be true.

Then I ran away to Charlottesville

And worked in a sawmill, too.



D                          G

What have they done to the old home place?

A                    D

Why did they tear it down?

    G         B7       C           G

And why did I leave my plow in the field

G              D          G

And look for a job in the town?


Well, the girl ran off with someone else,

The tariffs took all my pay.

And here I stand where the old home stood

Before they took it away.


Now, the geese fly south and the cold wind moans

As I stand her and hang my head.

I've lost my love, I've lost my home,

And now I wish I was dead.




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