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
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
You can see i didn't do so good
I'm half as well as i thought i could
The big cities all treat me bad
I've gone back to my mom and dad
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
-mouth harp solo-
This ruming life has done me wrong
I haven't eat' right for oh so long
Been living a life of hate and pain
Gonna jump unpon the next rail train
