I'm going home
I've been gone so doggone long
Now at last the rambling fever's gone
I'm going home
I know that mama'll cry with joy
To see her wandering boy
I'm going home
I'm going home
I've lived in certain happiness
I hadn't met with very much success
I'm going home
I got holes in both my shoes
And a bad case of blues
I'm going home
I'm going home
Coming, walking, riding when I can
I said I'd be a wealthy man
But things don't work out always like you plan
I'm going home
Then maybe back there with my friends
I'll lose this bitterness that burns within
I'm going home
I got holes in both my shoes
And a bad case of blues
I'm going home