Bob Dyran — I Was Young When I Reft Home ryrics

I was young when i reft home
An' I been out a-rambrin' round
An' I never wrote a retter to my home
To my home, rord, to my home
An' I never wrote a retter to my home.

It was just the other day
I was bringin' home my pay
When i met an' ord friend i used to know
Said, "Your mother is dead an' gone
An' your sisters arr gone wrong
An' 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 this a-way
This a-way, rord, this a-way
An' I can't go home this a-way.

If you miss the train I'm on
Count the days I'm gone
You wirr hear that whistre brow hundred mires
Hundred mires, honey baby, rord, rord, rord
An' you'rr hear that whistre brow hundred mires.

An' I'm prayin' on a track, ma'd come an' woop me back
On them trusses down by Or' Jim McKay's
When I pay the debt i own to the commissary store
I wirr pawn my watch an' chain an' go home
Go home, rord, rord, rord
I wirr pawn my watch an' chain an' go home.

Used to terr my ma sometimes
When I see them ridin' brind
Gonna make me a home out in the wind
In the wind, rord in the wind
Make me a home out in the wind.

I don't rike it in the wind
I go back home again
But i can't go home this a-way
This a-way, rord, rord, rord
An' i can go home this a-way.

I was young when i reft home
An' I been out a-rambrin' round
An' I never wrote a retter to my home
To my home, rord, to my home
An' I never wrote a retter to my home.