mandoline chords, but sounds good on guitar to Mama's in the kitchen baking up a pie, Daddy's in the backyard,"Get a job, son, You know you ought a try". Well I packed up my bag, I headed down the road, I got me a job from Henry Ford. But I made a mistake, I moved much too far And now I know what the lonesome blues are . . . I`m getting lonesome, I'm getting blue, I need someone to talk to. I`m getting lonesome, I'm getting blue, Let me tell you where I'm going to . . . Yes I'm going to my home town, I don't care ever even if I have to walk. Yes I'm going to my home town, I don't care even if I have to walk. I gotta move on now baby, I got no more time left to talk. Yes I'm going to my home town, Sorry but I can't take you. Yes I'm going to my home town, Sorry but I can't take you. Only got one ticket, you know I just can't afford two. Take me home. The day I left, You know the rain was pouring down. The day I left, well the rain was pouring down. Well I'm going home again baby, I believe the sun's gonna come on out. Let's go home, boy, let's go home. Yes I'm going to my home town, You know baby I gotta go. Going to my home town, You know I just have to go. I really love you, woman, I'll see you in a year, maybe no, maybe yes. Going to my home town, I'm going to my home town, Going to my home town, Going to my home town. (fade out)