I Was Young When I Left Home

I was young when I left home

And I been a rambling around

And I never wrote a letter to my home

To my home Lord, 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

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 cant go home this way

This way Lord, Lord this way

And I cant go home this way

If you miss the train I'm on

Count the days and I'm gone

You would here the whistle blow a hundred miles

Hundred miles honey baby, Lord Lord Lord

And you'll hear that whistle blow a hundred miles

And I'm playing on a track

Ma' would come and whoop my back

In them truss-els down my old Jim McKay's

When I pay the debt I owe to my 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' sometime

When I see them riding blind

Gonna make me a home out in the wind

In the wind Lord, Lord in the wind

Gonna make me a home in the wind

I don't like it in the wind

When I go back home again

But I can't go home this way

This way Lord, Lord this way

And I can't go home this way

I was young when I left home

And I've been going around and around

And I never wrote a letter to my home

To my home, Lord Lord Lord

And I never wrote a letter to my home