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
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Old Home Place
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| Phish |
