The Old Home Place

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
 Well my girl she 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