This age old classic folk song written by Hedy West speaks for itself. I've always loved this song and it's been recorded by several people. I think this one I've posted is my favourite recording by my friend, Joseph Cormier and his son Dylan. It's simple and pure in it's heart felt honest rendition.
I have posted the lyrics below, and listed who else has recorded this song.
Bobby Bare - 1963 Bill Anderson - 1964 Glen Campbell - 1964 Jerry Reed - 1972 Reba McEntire - 1995 Also recorded by: Priestie Boys; Lonnie Donegan; Gene Vincent; Joe Simon.
(I'm five hundred miles away from home) Teardrops fell on Mama's note When I read the things she wrote She said "We miss you, son, we love you, come on home" Well I didn't have to pack I had it all right on my back Now I'm five hundred miles away from home Away from home, away from home Cold and tired and all alone Yes, I'm five hundred miles away from home SPOKEN: I know this is the same coat I took when I left home But it sure looks different now And I guess I look different too But time changes everything I wonder what they'll say, When they see their boy lookin' this way SUNG: Oh, I wonder what they'll say when I get home Can't remember when I ate It's just thumb and walk and wait And I'm still five hundred miles away from home If my luck had been just right I'd be with them all tonight But I'm still five hundred miles away from home Away from home, away from home Cold and tired and all alone Yes, I'm five hundred miles away from home Oh, I'm still five hundred miles away from home
(I'm five hundred miles away from home) Teardrops fell on Mama's note When I read the things she wrote She said "We miss you, son, we love you, come on home" Well I didn't have to pack I had it all right on my back Now I'm five hundred miles away from home Away from home, away from home Cold and tired and all alone Yes, I'm five hundred miles away from home SPOKEN: I know this is the same coat I took when I left home But it sure looks different now And I guess I look different too But time changes everything I wonder what they'll say, When they see their boy lookin' this way SUNG: Oh, I wonder what they'll say when I get home Can't remember when I ate It's just thumb and walk and wait And I'm still five hundred miles away from home If my luck had been just right I'd be with them all tonight But I'm still five hundred miles away from home Away from home, away from home Cold and tired and all alone Yes, I'm five hundred miles away from home Oh, I'm still five hundred miles away from home
3 comments:
I would like to hear a song where the person starts out 500 miles from home, and the miles gradually decrease to 480, 460 and so on, and the lyrics would go with the journey home - the adventures, etc. That would be a real epic song!
Ooo I like that idea Betsy! Hey you're the musician...wink-wink, nudge-nudge!Know what I mean? Know what I mean?!
Ah yes, but alas I am not a song writer. My chosen medium is solo piano, and I like it that way. It is very satisfying. Perhaps another creative soul will pick up the idea.
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