Home I'll Never Be
Well I left New Yorkin nineteen forty-nineto go across the countrywithout a dad blamed dimeMontana in the cold cold fallI found my father in a gambling hall
father fatherwhere have you beenI've been out in the worldsince I was only tenfather fatherwhere have you beenI've been out in the worldsince I was only ten
don't worry about meabout to die of pleurisycross the Mississippicross the Tennesseecross the Niagarahome I'll never behome in old Medorahome in ol' TruckeeApalachicolahome I'll never be
for better or for worseor thick and thinI've been married to the little womangod he loves melike I love himI want you to dojust the same for himwell the worms eat awaybut don't worrywatch the wind
so I left Montanaon an old freight trainthe night my father diedin the cold cold rain
rode to Opelousasrode to Wounded Kneerode to Ogallalahome I'll never berode to Oklahomarode to El Cajonrode to old Tehatchapirode to San Antone
hey hey
rode to Opelousasrode to Wounded Kneerode to Ogallalahome I'll never berode to Oklahomarode to El Cajonrode to old Tehatchapirode to San Antone
home I'll never be