text: 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
  Ive been out in the world
  Since I was only ten
  Dont worry about me
  Im about to die of the pleurisy
  Cross the Mississippi
  Cross the Tennessee
  Cross the Niobrara
  Home Ill never be
  Home in old Medora
  Home in ol Truckee
  Apalachicola
  Home Ill 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 Ill never be
  Home Ill never be
  Home Ill never be