I'm Going Home

When I was a boy I had a mind of my own

Told my folks I was leaving home

Mamma, pappa told me, son you better not go

Packed my things and started to go

I'm going home

I'm going home

I'm going home

You can see I didn't do so good

I'm half as well as I thought I could

The big cities all treat me bad

I've gone back to my mom and dad

I'm going home

I'm going home

I'm going home

-MOUTH HARP SOLO-

This ruming life has done me wrong

I haven't eat' right for oh so long

Been living a life of hate and pain

Gonna jump unpon the next rail train

I'm going home

I'm going home

I'm going home