| A long time ago I left my home
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| For a job in the fruit trees
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| But I missed those hills with the windy pines
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| For their song seemed to suit me
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| So I sent my wages to my home
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| Said we’d soon be together
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| For the next good crop would pay my way
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| And I would come home forever
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| One more dime to show for my day
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| One more dollar and I’m on my way
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| When I reach those hills, boys, I’ll never roam
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| One more dollar and I’m going home
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| No work said the boss at the bunk house door
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| There’s a freeze on the branches
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| So when the dice came out at the bar downtown
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| I rolled and I took my chances
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| One more dime to show for my day
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| One more dollar and I’m on my way
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| When I reach those hills, boys, I’ll never roam
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| One more dollar and I’m going home
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| A long time ago I left my home
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| Just a boy passing twenty
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| Could you spare a coin and a Christian prayer?
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| For my luck has turned against me
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| One more dime to show for my day
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| One more dollar and I’m on my way
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| When I reach those hills, boys, I’ll never roam
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| One more dollar and I’m going home
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| One more dollar
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| Boys I’m going home |