Yeah,
I left New York in 1949.
Go across the country without a dag left to die.
I found my father in a gambling hall.
There, father, father,
where you been?
Been in the world six times, only ten.
Don't worry about me,
I'm about to die of a policy.
Yeah,
I went across the Mississippi,
across Tennessee.
Roasted Alvaro, home I'll never be.
Home in Honolulu, home in Old Truckee.
Yeah, but let your glory say home I'll never be.
Now,
the soft old words say,
thinkin' thin,
they're like being married to that little old man.
But God loves me just as I love him,
and I want you to do just the same for him.
I want you to do just the same for him.
Father,
words see the way what the world wants to win.
Those words see the way what the world wants to win.
There, I left Montana on an old freight train.
Now, my father died in the cold, cold rain.
There,
I left Montana on an old freight train.
Now, my father died in the cold, cold rain.
There,
I went across the Mississippi,
across Tennessee.
Roasted Alvaro, home I'll never be.
Home in Honolulu, home in Old Truckee.
Yeah, but let your glory say home I'll never be.
There,
I went home in Oklahoma,
home in Oklahoma.
Home in Tuscaloosa,
home in San Antonio.
Home in Old Ontario,
home in Old Truckee.
Yeah, but let your glory say home I'll never be.
There, home I'll never be.
There, home I'll never be.
There, home I'll never gonna be.
Not at home, not at home, not at home.