G I was young when I left home D G C and I been a-rambling 'round. D And I never wrote a letter to my home. G D G C To my home, lord to my home. D G 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 thisaway. Thisaway, lord lord lord. And I can't go home thisaway. If you miss the train I'm on, count the days I'm gone. You will hear that whistle blow a hundred miles. Hundred miles, honey baby, lord lord lord, and you'll hear that whistle blow a hundred miles. 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 in the wind. Make me a home out in the wind. I don't like it in the wind, I go back home again, but I can't go home thisaway. Thisaway, lord lord lord, and I can't go home thisaway. 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. | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC D G |