10 months ago
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. 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 this way.