Tom Waits — Home Ill Never Be

Well I left New York In nineteen forty-nine To go across the country Without a bad-blamed dime Montana in the cold, cold fall I found my father in a gambling hall Father father Where you been I've been out in the world Since I was only ten Don't worry about me I'm about to die of the pleurisy Cross the Mississippi Cross the Tennessee Cross the Niobrara Home I'll never be Home in old Medora Home in ol' Truckee Apalachicola Home I'll never be For better or for worse And thick and thin Like being married to the little woman God loves me Like I love him I want you to do Just the same for him Well the worms eat away But the worrywarts will win Oh the worms eat away But the worrywarts will win Oh the worms eat away But the worrywarts will win So I left Montana On that old freight train The night my father died In the cold, cold rain Home in old Medora Home in ol' Truckee Apalachicola Home I'll never be Home I'll never be Home I'll never be