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 I'm going home I'm going home I'm going home