I was young when I left home

And I been out rambling round

And I never wrote a letter to my home

To my home, lord, to my home

No I never wrote a letter to my home.

It was just the other day

I was drinking on my pay

When I met an old friend I used to know

Said, "Your mother is dead and gone

And your 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

And I can't go home this way

This way, lord, this way

No I can't go home this way.

Used to tell my 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

Wanna go back home again

But I can't go home this way

This way, lord, lord, lord

No I can’t go home this way.