«Woke up this morning
riding on a homebound train
pocket full of memories
Thinking about the good old days
bought a bottle of wine
with the last dime to my name
jumped an Oslo freight
running through the pouring rain
Oh,mama,don't turn out the light
there's a shadow on the moon outside
keep it burning in the window to gurde my way tonight
Don't lock the door,I'm coming home for sure
I've missed the old home place
I am never gonna leave anymore
This side of the city
I felt the cold wind blow
More than a heartache
it chilled me to the bone
I squeeze mt empty bottle
and the tears began to flow
It slipped right through my fingers
with a few more miles to go…
Oh,mama,don't turn out the light
there's a shadow on the moon outside
keep it burning in the window to gurde my way tonight
Don't lock the door,I'm coming home for sure
I've missed the old home place
I am never gonna leave anymore…»