Old Home Place - Robert Earl Keen

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 woods smell right and the fox hunter blows

him horn

I fell in love with a girl from the town, I thought that she would be true

I ran away to Charlottsville 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?

Now the 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 and I’ve lost my home, and now I wish that I was dead