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Bob Dylan
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Bob Dylan
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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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