Going Back Home

Sometimes I wonder, why?d I ever leave home?
Sometimes I wonder, why?d I ever leave home?
I had a few dollars in my pocket
Oh, now that little change is gone

I didn't think a city boy could be so dog-gone mean
I didn't think a city boy could be so dog-gone mean
Boy, but this is the meanest place
Lord, I've ever seen

I used to have a job, doing spot labor every day
I used to have a job, doing spot labor every day
But when I got to work this morning
Lord, they packed up and moved away

I called my boss, I want to know, can I come back home?
Yes, I called my boss, I want to know can I come back home?
He said, now you know, I'm sorry, son
Boy, you been gone too long

Mm, hm, when in the world have I loved you
Mm, hm, when in the world have I wanted you
I guess it?s just all wrapped up in a nutshell now
Oh, it look like old poor son is used