I sorta made it up on a train.

This must be good for somebody, this sort of a song.

I know it's good for somebody. If it ain't for me, it's good for somebody.

I just talked about it, huh huh.

I was young when I left home

An' I been out a-ramblin' round

An' I never wrote a letter to my home

To my home, lord, to my home

An' I never wrote a letter to my home.

It was just the other day

I was bringin' home my pay

When I met an' old friend I used to know

Said, "Your mother is dead an' gone

An' your sisters all gone wrong

An' your daddy needs you home right away.''

Not a shirt on my back

Not a penny on my name

But I can't go home this a-way

This a-way, lord, this a-way

An' I can't go home this a-way.

If you miss the train i'm on

Count the days i'm gone

You will hear that whistle blow hundred miles

Hundred miles, honey baby, lord lord lord

An' you'll hear that whistle blow hundred miles.

An' i'm playin' on a track, ma wouldd come an' woop me back

On them trussels down by ol' Jim Mckay's

When I pay the debt I owe to the commissary store

I will pawn my watch an' chain an' go home

Go home, lord lord lord

I will pawn my watch an' chain an' go home.

Used to tell my ma sometimes

When I see them ridin' blind

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 go back home again

But I can't go home this a-way

This a-way, lord lord lord

An' I can't go home this a-way.

I was young when I left home

An' I been all a-ramblin' round

An' I never wrote a letter to my home

To my home, lord lord lord

An' I never wrote a letter to my home