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A long time ago, I left my home For a job in the fruit trees But I missed those hills with the windy pines For their song seemed to suit me So I sent my wages to my home And said we'd soon be together For the next good crop would pay my way And I would 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 One more dollar and I'm going home No work said the boss at the bunk house 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 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 One more dollar and I'm going home A long time ago, I left my home Just a boy passing twenty Could you spare a coin and a Christian prayer? For my luck has turned against me 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 One more dollar and I'm going home One more dollar Boys I'm going home
Writer(s): Gillian Howard Welch, David Todd Rawlings Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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