A long time ago I left my home for a job in the fruit trees
But I miss those hills with the windy pines their song seemed to suit me
So I sent my wages to my home said we’d soon be together
For the next good crop would pay my way and I’d come home forever
One more dime to show for my day
One more dollar and I’m on my way
When I reach those hills boys I’ll never roam
‘Cause one more dollar and I’m goin’ home
No work said the boss at the bunkhouse door there’s a freeze on the branches
So when the dice came out at the bar downtown I rolled and I took my chances
A long time ago I left my home just a boy passin’ twenty
Could you spare a coin and a Christian prayer for my luck has turned against me
[1] A long time ago [5] I left my [1] home for a [4] job in the [1] fruit trees
But I miss those hills with the [5] windy [1] pines their [4] song seemed to [1] suit me
So I sent my wages to my home said we’d soon be together
For the next good crop would pay my way and I’d come home forever
[6m] One [5] more [4] dime to [5] show for my [1] day
[6m] One [5] more [4] dollar and [5] I’m on my [1] way
When I [6m] reach [3m] those [4] hills boys [5] I’ll never [1] roam
‘Cause [6m] one [3m] more [4] dollar and [5] I’m goin’ [1] home
No work said the boss at the bunkhouse door there’s a freeze on the branches
So when the dice came out at the bar downtown I rolled and I took my chances
A long time ago I left my home just a boy passin’ twenty
Could you spare a coin and a Christian prayer for my luck has turned against me
| Songwriter(s): |
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Gillian Welch |
Dave Rawlings |
| Band/Artist: |
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Gillian Welch |
