[ Originally by Bob Dylan ]
I was young when I left home
But I been out a-rambling around
And I never wrote a letter to my home
To my home, Lord, to my home
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
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
Well, I can't go home thisaway
Thisaway, Lord, Lord, Lord
And I can't go home thisaway
