Well, it's been ten long years since I left my home
In the holler where I was born
Where the cool fall nights make the wood smoke rise
And the foxhunter blows his horn
Well, I fell in love with a girl from the town
And I thought that she would be true
So, 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?
Now the girl ran off with somebody else
And the tariffs took all my pay
So 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
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?
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?
(Yeah, baby)
(Thank you, folks)