| Nestled in the heart of the Tennessee Hills
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| Mist peaceful pines midst the rocks and the rills
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| There stands my old homestead of long long ago
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| It brings back fond mem’ries of the one I loved so I courted that maiden so sweet and so fair
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| With heavenly eyes and with chestnut brown hair
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| She told me she loved me and that she’ll be mine
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| But I went away leaving her far behind
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| I’ll tell you the reason that I left here there
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| To roam this old world with its sorrow and care
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| I saw her one night in the arms of a man just hugging and kissing as two lovers
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| I went to my home with a heart full of woe packed my belongings determined to go For many long years this old world I did roam
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| With thoughts of my darling my sweetheart my home
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| While dining one night in a little country town
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| A stranger walked in and he chanced to sit down
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| While talking of loved ones I happened to find
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| That his sister was that old sweetheart of mine
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| And when he heard my story to me he then said
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| The one that you loved has a long time been dead
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| She waited so long for the day that you’d return
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| And just why you had left her she never did learn
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| Oh I was the one who you saw that fatal night
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| All wrapped in the arms of my sister so tight
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| She loved you so dearly but you broke her heart
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| Now stranger from her ever more you must part |