I Was Young When I Left Home

Love And Theft
I Was Young When I Left Home
Written by Bob Dylan
Recorded on the Minnesota Hotel Tape (Dec 22, 1961)
Tabbed by Eyolf Østrem
Open G tuning (DGdgbd')
I sorta made it up on a train. Huh, oh I’m here. This must be good for somebody,
this sad song. I know it’s good for somebody. If it ain’t for me,
it’s good for somebody. I just talked about it, huh huh.
I was young when I left home
and I been a-rambling 'round.
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,
baby 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.
But I can’t go home thisaway.
Thisaway, lord lord lord.
And I can’t go home thisaway.
If you miss the train I’m on,
count the days I’m gone.
You will hear that whistle blow a hundred miles.
Hundred miles, honey baby, lord lord lord,
and you’ll hear that whistle blow a hundred miles.
I’m playing on a track,
ma would come and whoop me back
on them trussels down by old Jim McKay’s.
When I pay the debt I owe to the commissary store,
I will pawn my watch and chain and go home.
Go home, lord lord lord.
I will pawn my watch and chain and go home.
Used to tell ma sometimes
when I see them riding blind,
gonna make me a home out in the wind.
In the wind, lord in the wind.
Make me a home out in the wind.
I don’t like it in the wind,
I go back home again,
but I can’t go home thisaway.
Thisaway, lord lord lord,
and I can’t go home thisaway.
I was young when I left home
and I been all rambling 'round.
And I never wrote a letter to my home.
To my home lord lord lord.
And I never wrote a letter to my home.