Standard (EADGBE)

 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