It must be good for somebody, this, our song.
I know it's good for somebody.
If it ain't for me,
it's good for somebody.
I just talked about it.
I was young when I left home.
Lord, I've been out a-ramblin' around.
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 drinking on my pay
when I met an old friend I used to know.
Said, your mother is dead and gone.
Baby sister's all gone wrong.
And your daddy needs you home right away.
I had a shirt on my back.
Not a penny on my name.
Lord, 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.
And when you hear the diesel gone,
you will hear that whistle blow a hundred miles.
A hundred
miles, honey baby.
Lord, Lord, Lord.
And you hear that whistle blow a hundred miles.
I've played on a track.
From all the coming whoopin' back.
On them trussels down by old Jim McKay's.
When
I pay the dead eye off
to the commissary store,
I will pawn my watchin' chain and go home.
Go home.
Lord, Lord, Lord.
I will pawn my watchin' chain and go home.
Used to tell them all sometimes,
when I see them ridin' blinds,
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 don't like it in the wind.
I wanna go 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've been on a 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.