Take the first train out of this town
Ah, there's no use in staying here
I pack my old bags, put on my gray [?]
I'm going home

Was the old bathrooms? Rooms and [?] floors
Watching a cockroach scale the wall
To this life, I fled
Oh, how the devil's been fair
I'm going home

I'm going home
I'm going home

No more sorrow
Lord, can't feel no more pain
All these are things long gone by
But there is one more demand
To lean on a friend
I help me to give up

So long farewell, my friends
Oh, how you stay to tremble my soul
I pack my old bags, put on my gray [?]
I'm going home

I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home