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
Ia€™m going home
Ia€™m going home
Ia€™m going home
You can see I didna€™t do so good
Ia€™m half as well as I thought I could
The big cities all treat me bad
Ia€™ve gone back to my mom and dad
Ia€™m going home
Ia€™m going home
Ia€™m going home
-MOUTH HARP SOLO-
This ruming life has done me wrong
I havena€™t eata€™ right for oh so long
Been living a life of hate and pain
Gonna jump unpon the next rail train
Ia€™m going home
Ia€™m going home
Ia€™m going home