I was young when I left home. An' I been out ramblin' 'round. An' I never wrote a letter to my home. To my home, Lord, to my home. An' I never wrote a letter to my home.
Well, I ride on a mail train, baby, can't buy a thrill. Well, I been up all night leanin' on the windowsill. Well, if I die on top of the hill. And if I don't make it, you know my baby will.