I was young when I left home
And I been out ramblin' 'round
And I never wrote a letter to my home
To my home, Lord, to my home
And I never wrote a letter to my home
It was just the other day, I was bringin' home my pay
When I met an old friend I used to know
Said, "Your mother is dead and gone
Every sister's all gone wrong
And your daddy needs you home right away"
I have a shirt on my back
Not a penny on my name
But I can't go home this way
This way, Lord, Lord, Lord
And I can't go home this way
If you miss the train I'm on, count the days I'm gone
You'll hear that whistle blow a hundred miles
A hundred miles, honey baby, Lord, Lord, Lord
And you'll hear that whistle blow a hundred miles
I've playin' on a track, ma would come and woop me back
On 'em trestles down by old Jim McKay's
When I pay the debt I owe to the commissary store
I will pawn my watch and chain and go home
Go home, Lord, Lord, Lord
I will pawn my watch and chain and go home
Used to tell my ma sometimes
When I see them ridin' blind
Gonna make me home out in the wind
In the wind, Lord, in the wind
Make me home out in the wind
I don't like it in the wind
Wanna back home again
But I can't go home this way
This way, Lord, Lord, Lord
And I can't go home this way
I was young when I left home
And I been out ramblin' 'round
And I never wrote a letter to my home
To my home, Lord, Lord, Lord
And I never wrote a letter to my home
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