11 miles from the junction, down in some feathered state
Baby, my love waits for me
And I hope I get there before it's too late
Oh mama, I know I was wrong
Knowing it kills me now where I belong
Oh mama, it's dreadful
I'm sick and I'm sorry and on my way home
Three years before late summer
A month we waited for rain
But the Lord didn't answer our prayer
And the widow was dying out in the plain
Oh mama, I know I was wrong
Knowing it kills me now where I belong
Oh mama, it's dreadful
I'm sick and I'm sorry and on my way home
Then one day the creek stopped running
And my feet, it was crying, it burned
And there was no crop to harvest
And we all for the winter expected the warm
Oh mama, I know I was wrong
Knowing it kills me now where I belong
Oh mama, it's dreadful
I'm sick and I'm sorry and on my way home
Then early in October
When the middle hill was brown
One night I picked my blanket
And watched by the door just slip out of town
Oh mama, I know I was wrong
Knowing it kills me now where I belong
Oh mama, it's dreadful
I'm sick and I'm sorry and on my way home
And on my way home