I was young when I left home
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But I been out a-ramblin¡¯ ¡®round
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And I never wrote a letter to my home
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To my home, Lord, to my home
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And I never wrote a letter to my home
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It was just the other day
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I was bringing home my pay
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When I met an old friend I used to know
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Said your mother¡¯s dead and gone
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Baby sister¡¯s all gone wrong
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And your daddy needs you home right away
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Not a shirt on my back
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Not a penny on my name
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Well I can¡¯t go home thisaway
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Thisaway, Lord, Lord, Lord
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And I can¡¯t go home thisaway
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If you miss the train I¡¯m on
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Count the days I¡¯m gone
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You will hear that whistle blow a hundred miles
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A hundred miles, honey baby. Lord Lord Lord
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And you¡¯ll hear that whistle blow a hundred miles
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I¡¯m playing on a track
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Ma would come and whoop me back
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On them trestles down by old Jim McKay¡¯s
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When I pay the debt I owe
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To the commissary store
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I will pawn my watch and chain and go home
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Go home, Lord Lord Lord
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I will pawn my watch and chain and go home
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Used to tell Ma sometimes
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When I see them riding blinds
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Gonna make me a home out in the wind
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In the wind, Lord in the wind
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Make me a home out in the wind
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I don¡¯t like it in the wind
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Wanna go back home again
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But I can¡¯t go home thisaway
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Thisaway, Lord Lord Lord
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And I can¡¯t go home thisaway
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I was young when I left home
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And I been out rambling ¡®round
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And I never wrote a letter to my home
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To my home, Lord Lord Lord
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And I never wrote a letter to my home
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I Was Young When I Left Home
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| Bob Dylan |
