Dear Lord, Bobby, how you move my soul. Your creativity knows no bounds. Blessed to have seen you all the years. Blessed to have absorbed your poetry. Blessed to have simply been in this world with you.
"Not a shirt on my back, not a penny on my name, but I can't go home this way" - Man, if that doesn't capture exactly what it's like to be the wandering prodigal son out chasing something on the lonely roads of America, nothing does
I was young when I left home An' I been out ramblin' 'round An' I never wrote a letter to my home To my home, Lord, to my home An' I never wrote a letter to my home It was just the other day I was bringin' home my pay When I met an' old friend I used to know Said, your mother is dead an' gone Every sisters all gone wrong An' your daddy needs you home right away I have a shirt on my back Not a penny on my name But I can't go home this way This way, Lord, Lord, Lord An' I can't go home this way If you miss train, I'm on Count the days, I'm gone You'll hear that whistle blow hundred miles Hundred miles, honey baby, Lord, Lord, Lord An' you'll hear that whistle blow hundred mile I've playin' on a track, ma would come an' woop me back On 'em trusses down by Ol' Jim McKay's When I pay the debt I owe to the commissary store I will pawn my watch an' chain an' go home Go home, Lord, Lord, Lord I will pawn my watch an' chain an' go home Used to tell my ma sometimes When I see them ridin' blind Gonna make me home out in the wind In the wind, Lord, in the wind Make me home out in the wind I don't like it in the wind I wanna back home again But I can't go home this way This way, Lord, Lord, Lord An' I can't go home this way I was young when I left home An' I been out ramblin' 'round An' I never wrote a letter to my home To my home, Lord, Lord, Lord An' I never wrote a letter to my home
A lot of lines in there not right. It's "Baby sister's all gone wrong" not "every sister." It's "drinkin on my pay" not "bringing home my pay." It's "not a shirt on my back" not "I have a shirt on my back." It's "I was playin on the track" not "I've been playin on the track." It's "tressels" not "trusses" (as in train tressels, ). It's "when I see them ridin' blinds" not "ridin' blind." Blinds are covered areas between train cars where hobos would ride.
Honestly, Common Comradity: I never felt at home in this world. I tried to make my own home, and my own family too. Still, it never worked out exactly how it should, some things okay, something's not at all, and some things really good. I always felt kinda alone no matter what I tried. To you, my friend, that should come to no surprise. Heaven is our true home, and we'll be there together one day, and everyone you loved will be there too for you. Your not lost, as you ramble on the path your on. Sometimes we all have the blues, but joy will come in the morning for us because we already paid all of our dues. I wish you The Irish Blessing, and may your road rise up to meet you, and when the time is right, I'll be there and honored to meet you. 🌹 VC
I listened to this tune endlessly when I was 19, after I left home as well. I tried to come out as a teen in the early aughts but my mom told me I wouldn't be welcome under her roof if I was one of "those people." Rural, MidWestern USA. So I left for the city as quickly as I could and didn't look back. I'm now in my mid 30s and I have made my own home and I can be myself. I hope you found peace, it's a hard way to start life.
Overview Lyrics Other recordings Listen Main results I was young when I left home An' I been out ramblin' 'round An' I never wrote a letter to my home To my home, Lord, to my home An' I never wrote a letter to my home It was just the other day I was bringin' home my pay When I met an' old friend I used to know Said, your mother is dead an' gone Every sisters all gone wrong An' your daddy needs you home right away I have a shirt on my back Not a penny on my name But I can't go home this way This way, Lord, Lord, Lord An' I can't go home this way If you miss train, I'm on Count the days, I'm gone You'll hear that whistle blow hundred miles Hundred miles, honey baby, Lord, Lord, Lord An' you'll hear that whistle blow hundred mile I've playin' on a track, ma would come an' woop me back On 'em trusses down by Ol' Jim McKay's When I pay the debt I owe to the commissary store I will pawn my watch an' chain an' go home Go home, Lord, Lord, Lord I will pawn my watch an' chain an' go home Used to tell my ma sometimes When I see them ridin' blind Gonna make me home out in the wind In the wind, Lord, in the wind Make me home out in the wind I don't like it in the wind I wanna back home again But I can't go home this way This way, Lord, Lord, Lord An' I can't go home this way I was young when I left home An' I been out ramblin' 'round An' I never wrote a letter to my home To my home, Lord, Lord, Lord An' I never wrote a letter to my home
This is a perfect example of how Dylan attempted to sound like Woody Guthrie early in his career. He learned that Woody was in a Brooklyn mental hospital suffering with Huntington’s disease, and he went to visit him a number of times before he died. Woody’s ex wife, Marjorie Guthrie, was shocked to hear how closely Dylan copied the sad voice of a very ill Woody Guthrie. Pathetic thing to do, if you ask me.
I loved Dylan since I was 8. Left home at 16. Not my choice. I'm still here.
That is tough! Hope you are doing well.
Hang in there!!! We're all in need of a little love
One of Dylan's most moving performances.
One of his most emotional performances ever....
It hurts, because there is a lot of life experience in there..the vulnerability of his soul is well reflected in his voice
Sorry but I cried. It seems my history. Thanks for a song that made me come back to my pass.
Dear Lord, Bobby, how you move my soul. Your creativity knows no bounds. Blessed to have seen you all the years. Blessed to have absorbed your poetry. Blessed to have simply been in this world with you.
Amen to that, brother...
"Not a shirt on my back, not a penny on my name, but I can't go home this way" - Man, if that doesn't capture exactly what it's like to be the wandering prodigal son out chasing something on the lonely roads of America, nothing does
This is up there with Visions of Johanna as one of my favorite Dylan songs, I just love his emotion on this one.
I was young when I left home
An' I been out ramblin' 'round
An' I never wrote a letter to my home
To my home, Lord, to my home
An' I never wrote a letter to my home
It was just the other day
I was bringin' home my pay
When I met an' old friend I used to know
Said, your mother is dead an' gone
Every sisters all gone wrong
An' your daddy needs you home right away
I have a shirt on my back
Not a penny on my name
But I can't go home this way
This way, Lord, Lord, Lord
An' I can't go home this way
If you miss train, I'm on
Count the days, I'm gone
You'll hear that whistle blow hundred miles
Hundred miles, honey baby, Lord, Lord, Lord
An' you'll hear that whistle blow hundred mile
I've playin' on a track, ma would come an' woop me back
On 'em trusses down by Ol' Jim McKay's
When I pay the debt I owe to the commissary store
I will pawn my watch an' chain an' go home
Go home, Lord, Lord, Lord
I will pawn my watch an' chain an' go home
Used to tell my ma sometimes
When I see them ridin' blind
Gonna make me home out in the wind
In the wind, Lord, in the wind
Make me home out in the wind
I don't like it in the wind
I wanna back home again
But I can't go home this way
This way, Lord, Lord, Lord
An' I can't go home this way
I was young when I left home
An' I been out ramblin' 'round
An' I never wrote a letter to my home
To my home, Lord, Lord, Lord
An' I never wrote a letter to my home
Makes me think of Woody
A lot of lines in there not right. It's "Baby sister's all gone wrong" not "every sister." It's "drinkin on my pay" not "bringing home my pay." It's "not a shirt on my back" not "I have a shirt on my back." It's "I was playin on the track" not "I've been playin on the track." It's "tressels" not "trusses" (as in train tressels, ). It's "when I see them ridin' blinds" not "ridin' blind." Blinds are covered areas between train cars where hobos would ride.
thank you
Honestly, Common Comradity: I never felt at home in this world. I tried to make my own home, and my own family too. Still, it never worked out exactly how it should, some things okay, something's not at all, and some things really good. I always felt kinda alone no matter what I tried. To you, my friend, that should come to no surprise. Heaven is our true home, and we'll be there together one day, and everyone you loved will be there too for you. Your not lost, as you ramble on the path your on. Sometimes we all have the blues, but joy will come in the morning for us because we already paid all of our dues. I wish you The Irish Blessing, and may your road rise up to meet you, and when the time is right, I'll be there and honored to meet you. 🌹 VC
Thank You. I understand
Mighty work on the guitar and sensitive singing. Another precious.
Bob Dylan is pure class
The greatest
Holy amazing! This song reminds me of someone special. ❤😢 Great day, the emotion in this 🎵 song.
"Every sisters all gone wrong, and your daddy needs you home right away"
This line really moved me first time I've listened to the song
me too
Same here
Your little sisters all gone wrong?
Maybe I misheard it
@@matt.willoughbyI think it’s “baby sister’s all gone wrong”
@@matt.willoughby You heard it right , that's what I heard .
Surely the greatest folk song composer ever -a great artist!
Larry Davies
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An American poet .
Really listen to the words, this is incredibly beautiful.
❤ yes!
The number plate is 1235 RD like Rainy Day Woman #12-35. Also the RD could stand for "Rainy Day"
Er hat mein Leben wunderbar gemacht , seine Musik ist in meinen Herz .
Tremendo!!
... I don't know why he didn't put this on the first album back in '62...
I guess some moves bob Dylan made we will never understand, and that’s the beauty of it
... appreciate your reply ... Dylan compositions are as big as Beethoven to my mind... d@Gnknpn
(Reading The Double Life of Bob Dylan) p113/114. Seems he had even at this early stage already so many songs at hand!❤
Mr Zimmerman’s greatest ever song. Listen to it hard.
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Dylan gets me rock hard
Takes me back to when I was fifteen and was evicted from my home by my parents. My Crime? I was gay a real No-No in rural ireland back then
Thank you for sharing
I listened to this tune endlessly when I was 19, after I left home as well. I tried to come out as a teen in the early aughts but my mom told me I wouldn't be welcome under her roof if I was one of "those people." Rural, MidWestern USA. So I left for the city as quickly as I could and didn't look back. I'm now in my mid 30s and I have made my own home and I can be myself. I hope you found peace, it's a hard way to start life.
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Overview
Lyrics
Other recordings
Listen
Main results
I was young when I left home
An' I been out ramblin' 'round
An' I never wrote a letter to my home
To my home, Lord, to my home
An' I never wrote a letter to my home
It was just the other day
I was bringin' home my pay
When I met an' old friend I used to know
Said, your mother is dead an' gone
Every sisters all gone wrong
An' your daddy needs you home right away
I have a shirt on my back
Not a penny on my name
But I can't go home this way
This way, Lord, Lord, Lord
An' I can't go home this way
If you miss train, I'm on
Count the days, I'm gone
You'll hear that whistle blow hundred miles
Hundred miles, honey baby, Lord, Lord, Lord
An' you'll hear that whistle blow hundred mile
I've playin' on a track, ma would come an' woop me back
On 'em trusses down by Ol' Jim McKay's
When I pay the debt I owe to the commissary store
I will pawn my watch an' chain an' go home
Go home, Lord, Lord, Lord
I will pawn my watch an' chain an' go home
Used to tell my ma sometimes
When I see them ridin' blind
Gonna make me home out in the wind
In the wind, Lord, in the wind
Make me home out in the wind
I don't like it in the wind
I wanna back home again
But I can't go home this way
This way, Lord, Lord, Lord
An' I can't go home this way
I was young when I left home
An' I been out ramblin' 'round
An' I never wrote a letter to my home
To my home, Lord, Lord, Lord
An' I never wrote a letter to my home
Thanks
I know about all this... its a sweet pain, I feel... Brother
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16 when he wrote this
NO WAY ¿
Not true. He's a 1,000 year old gypsy ghost.
This sounds like Dylan took some liberties with the traditional 500 Miles.
I draw a picture of older me
I don’t like it in the wind..
may the wind be at your back.
This is a perfect example of how Dylan attempted to sound like Woody Guthrie early in his career. He learned that Woody was in a Brooklyn mental hospital suffering with Huntington’s disease, and he went to visit him a number of times before he died. Woody’s ex wife, Marjorie Guthrie, was shocked to hear how closely Dylan copied the sad voice of a very ill Woody Guthrie.
Pathetic thing to do, if you ask me.
Beautiful. Bob travelled hard to see his hero: musical poetry, meeting of minds, unmatched today.
A large part of Dylan wanted to be famous.