One More Dollar - Gillian Welch

A long time ago I left my home

For a job in the fruit trees

But I missed those hills with the windy pines

For 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 bunk house 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

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

One more dollar and I’m going home

One more dollar

Boys I’m going home