I left home when I was young
To the fringes I was flung
And I never wrote a letter
to my home, Lord, to my home
No, I never wrote a letter to my home
I set out for Tuscaloo’
Just my baby sister knew
She hung her head and handed me a dime
An’ it took me pretty far
I hopped on the next boxcar
I waved goodbye to her a final time
Not a coat upon my frame
nor a penny to my name
But I never wrote a letter to my home
to my home, Lord Lord,
No, I never wrote a letter to my home
I was settled on the track
A cold wind tried to ******* back
But I held on an’ swallowed all the pain
I stepped off in Alabam’
Boxcar door shut with a slam
And I tried to build a house there in the rain
If ya missed the train I’s on
Count the days that I been gone
You can hear that whistle blow a hundred miles
Hundred miles, hundred miles
You can hear that whistle blow a hundred miles
But when it rains it pours
When it’s done, there’s always more
And it’s hard to build a home out in a storm
My Papa warned me, “Son
you’ll be sorry when you’re gone”
I thought that he was bitter - now I know
I left home to chase the sun
But it moves faster than I run
Now I cry alone the end of ev’ry day
I can hear my Mama call
“stop your runnin’ ‘fore ya fall”
I don’t wanna go home, let me play
Not a penny on my name
ever since the bankers came
I got a letter on a lonesome day
Said “Your Mama’s dead an’ gone
and your sister’s all gone wrong.
Son I need you home now right away”
Not a coat upon my back
and I’m still livin’ on the tracks
No, Papa can’t see me thisaway
Thisaway, Lord ya know
that I can’t go home thisaway.
And if ya miss the train I'm on
count the days that I been gone
You can hear that whistle blow a thousand miles
Thousand miles, thousand miles, Lord
You can hear my whistle blow a thousand miles.
After Bob Dylan's "I Was Young When I Left Home."