| I was young when i left home
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| An' I been out a-ramblin' round
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| An' I never wrote a letter to my home
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| To my home, lord, to my home
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| An' I never wrote a letter to my home.
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| It was just the other day
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| I was bringin' home my pay
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| When i met an' old friend i used to know
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| Said, «Your mother is dead an' gone
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| An' your sisters all gone wrong
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| An' your daddy needs you home right away.''
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| Not a shirt on my back
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| Not a penny on my name
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| But I can’t go home this a-way
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| This a-way, lord, this a-way
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| An' I can’t go home this a-way.
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| If you miss the train I’m on Count the days I’m gone
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| You will hear that whistle blow hundred miles
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| Hundred miles, honey baby, lord, lord, lord
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| An' you’ll hear that whistle blow hundred miles.
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| An' I’m playin' on a track, ma’d come an' woop me back
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| On them trusses down by Ol' Jim McKay’s
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| When I pay the debt i own to the commissary store
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| I will pawn my watch an' chain an' go home
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| Go home, lord, lord, lord
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| I will pawn my watch an' chain an' go home.
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| Used to tell my ma sometimes
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| When I see them ridin' blind
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| Gonna make me a home out in the wind
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| In the wind, lord in the wind
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| Make me a home out in the wind.
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| I don’t like it in the wind
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| I go back home again
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| But i can’t go home this a-way
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| This a-way, lord, lord, lord
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| An' i can go home this a-way.
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| I was young when i left home
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| An' I been out a-ramblin' round
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| An' I never wrote a letter to my home
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| To my home, lord, to my home
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| An' I never wrote a letter to my home. |