I sorta made it up on a train. Huh, oh I'm here.
This must be good for somebody, this sad song. I know it's good for somebody.
If it ain't for me, it's good for somebody. I just talked about it, huh huh.
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I was young when I left home
G' D C
and I been a-rambling 'round.
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And I never wrote a letter to my home.
G G' D C
To my home, lord to my home.
D G

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,
baby 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.
But I can't go home thisaway.
And I can't go home thisaway.
Thisaway, lord lord lord.

count the days I'm gone.
If you miss the train I'm on,
Hundred miles, honey baby, lord lord lord,
You will hear that whistle blow a hundred miles.
and you'll hear that whistle blow a hundred miles.

I'm playing on a track,
ma would come and whoop me back
on them trussels down by old Jim McKay's.
When I pay the debt I owe to the commissary store,
Go home, lord lord lord.
I will pawn my watch and chain and go home.

I will pawn my watch and chain and go home.
when I see them riding blind,
Used to tell ma sometimes
gonna make me a home out in the wind.
In the wind, lord in the wind.
Make me a home out in the wind.

I go back home again,
I don't like it in the wind,
but I can't go home thisaway.
Thisaway, lord lord lord,
and I can't go home thisaway.

and I been all rambling 'round.
I was young when I left home
And I never wrote a letter to my home.
To my home lord lord lord.
And I never wrote a letter to my home