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A long time ago I left my home

For a job in the fruit trees

But I miss those hills with the windy pines

Their song seemed to suit me

So I sent my wages to my home

Said we'd soon be together

For the next good crop would pay my way

And I'd 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

'Cause one more dollar and I'm going home

No work said the boss at the bunkhouse 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

'Cause 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

'Cause one more dollar and I'm going home

One more dollar, boys, I'm going home