Old Home Place – Jim's Roots & Blues Calendar

—Dean Webb and Mitchell 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 a fox hunter 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.

Chorus:
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, 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 fly south and the cold wind moans
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.

Verse:

I	III⁷	IV	I
I	I	V	V
I	III⁷	IV	I
I	V	I	I

Chorus:

V	V	I	I
II	II	V	V
I	III⁷	IV	I
I	V	I	I