I Was Young When I Left Home

I was young when I left home

And I been out a-rambling round

And I never wrote a letter to my home

To my home lord lord to my home

And I never wrote a letter to my home

It was just the other day

I was bringing home my pay

When I met an old friend I used to know

Said your mother is dead and gone

Baby your sisters all gone wrong

And your daddy needs you home right away

Not a shirt on my back

Not a penny to my name

Lord 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

You'll hear that whistle blow a hundred miles

And I'm playing on a track

Mama come and whoop me back

On them trestles down by old Jim 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 lord

I will pawn my watch and chain and go home

Used to tell mama sometimes

When you see them riding blinds

Going to make me a home out in the wind

In the wind lord lord in the wind

Oh make me a home out in the wind

I don't like it in the wind

Gonna go back home again

But I can't go home this way

This way lord lord this way

Lord I can't go home this way

This way lord lord this way

And I can't go home this way

I was young when I left home

And I been out a-rambling around

And I never wrote a letter to my home

To my home lord lord to my home

And I never wrote a letter to my home