I Was Young When I Left Home

I was young when I left home But I been out rambling around And I never wrote a letter to my home To my home, Lord, to my home I never wrote a letter to my home It was just the other day I was drinking all my pay When I met an old friend I used to know You said your mother’s dead and gone Your baby sister’s all gone wrong Your daddy needs you home right away Not a shirt on my back Not a penny on my name Well I can’t go home this way This way, Lord, Lord, Lord 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 milеs, Lord, Lord, Lord You’ll hear that whistle blow a hundred milеs When I was playing on the track Ma would come and whoop me back On them trestles down by old 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 Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord I will pawn my watch and chain and go home Used to tell my Ma sometimes When I see them riding blinds Gonna make me a home out in the wind In the wind, Lord, in the wind Gonna make me a home out in the wind I don’t like it in the wind I want to go back home again But I can’t go home this way This way, Lord, Lord, Lord Now I can’t go home this way I was young when I left home I been out rambling around I never wrote a letter to my home To my home, Lord, to my home And I never wrote a letter to my home