A long time ago, I left my home,
For a job in the fruit trees.
But I miss those hills and 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.
[Chorus]
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 bunkhouse door.
"There's a freeze on the branches."
So when the dice came out at the bar downtown,
I rolled and took my chances.
[Chorus]
A long time ago, I left my home,
Just a girl passing twenty.
Could you spare a coin or a christian prayer?
For my luck has turned against me.
[Chorus: , last phrase repeated]
Writer(s): Gillian Howard Welch, David Todd Rawlings
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