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I Was Young When I Left Home (Live)

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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 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'm a-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.

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