[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