I was young when i left home
And i’ve been out rambling ’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 bringing home my pay
When i met an old friend i used to know
Said your mother’s dead and gone
Little sister’s all gone wrong
And your daddy needs you home right away
Not a shirt on my back
Not a penny on my name
Well i can’t go home this way
This way, lord, lord, lord, lord
Well i can’t go home thisaway
If you miss the train i’m on
Count the days i’m gone
You will hear that whistle blow a hundred miles
A hundred miles, honey baby. lord, lord, lord
You will hear that whistle blow a hundred miles
I’m playing on a track
Ma would come and whoop me back
On the 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
Used to tell ma sometimes
When i see them riding blinds
Gonna make me a home out in the wind
In the wind, lord, lord in the wind
Gonna make me a home out in the wind
I don’t, well i don’t like it in the wind
I want to come back home again
But i can’t go home thisaway
Thisaway, lord, lord, lord, lord
No i can’t go home thisaway
I was young when i left home
And i’ve been out rambling ’round
And i never wrote a letter to my home
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