A long time ago, I left my home
For a job in the fruit trees
But I missed 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 would 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
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
Just 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
Just one more dollar and I'm going home

One more dollar
Boys, I'm going home