"Old Home Place"
by J.D. Crowe & The New South
Off the "Hand-Picked: 25 years of Rounder Records"
Transcribed by Brad Kale (bkbgrass@libertybay.com)
Old Home Place
*Capo 3rd Fret
G B7 C G
It's been ten long years since I left my home
D
In the hollow where I was born.
G B7 C G
Where the cool fall nights make the wood smoke rise,
D G
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)
D G
What have they done to the old home place,
A D
why did they tear it down?
G B7 C G
And why did I leave the plow in the field,
D G
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.
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