I got your letter this morning, says you ain’t never coming home
I guess you were the last one to know that you were never going to love me
but i got your leaving home blues
Dishes are laid out on the table, your closet spills out on the floor
seems like you’re chasing something, or baby, are you just running
and I got your leaving home blues
I go out by them railtracks; oh them old freight trains fly
and their old whistle sings a sad tune; it’s one we had grown used to
it’s a lovers lullaby
And I took them things that you left dear, i threw them all into a fire
and i stood there all night, watched them burn down to ashes
and I got your leaving home blues
so get me on that next train a-coming, Ill take that next train out of town
the steel rail is gonna take my soul, from the badlands that haunt me
and ease me like you used to do

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