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 home my pay
When I met an old friend I used to know
You said your mother’s dead and gone
Baby sister’s all gone wrong
And 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 Thisaway
Thisaway, Lord, Lord, Lord
I can’t go home Thisaway
If you miss the train I’m on
Count the days I’m gone
You’ll hear that whistle blow a hundred miles
A hundrd miles, Lord, Lord, Lord
You’ll hear that whistle blow a hundrd miles