I Was Young When I Left Home (from "Dark Was The Night" compilation)

I was young when I left home
And I been a-rambling 'round
And I never wrote a letter to my home
To my home, 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'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
But I can't go home this way
This way, Lord, this way
Lord, I can't go home this way

If you miss the train I'm on
Count the days I'm gone
You will hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
Hundred miles, honey baby, Lord Lord Lord
And you'll hear that whistle blow a hundred miles

And I'm playing on a track
Ma would come and whoop me back
On them trussels 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
I will pawn my watch and chain and go home

Used to tell ma sometimes
When I see them riding blind
Gonna make me a home out in the wind
In the wind, Lord, Lord, in the wind
Gonna make me a home out in the wind

I don't like it in the wind
I'm a-go back home again
But I can't go home this way
This way, Lord, this way
Lord, I can't go home this way

I was young when I left home
And I been all rambling 'round
And I never wrote a letter to my home
To my home, Lord Lord Lord
And I never wrote a letter to my home