I Believe I’ll Go Back Home

I believe I'll go back home
I believe I'll go back home

I saw my poor old mother
I bowed down on my knees
I asked the mighty
Forgive me if you please

I believe I'll go back
Yeah, believe I'll go back home

My poor mother
Was sittin' at the window
With a heart full of troubles
Her eyes full of mourning too
Rolling down her cheek
Wondering
Where is my boy tonight?
Lord, I wonder where he’s gone
And I wonder where he's gone
See if you can find me

In some far distant land
Around the gambling table
How they gamble all his money away
And they pawned all his fine clothes
And jewellery they had

How many [?] sleep one morning
Broke and hungry
[?]
[?] satisfied

When I had plenty money
I had a place to sleep
I had something to eat
Now I’m broke and hungry
And out of doors
All my friends have turned their backs on me

I believe I'll go back
Yeah, believe I'll go back home

To my poor old mother
I was walking from [?]
[?]
All her tears dripping down on the floor
Wondering where is my boy tonight
And I wonder where he's gone
And I wonder where he's gone

When you get a long, long ways
Far from your poor mother
Sit down and take time
It’s only a pencil and a few lines
So she can rest at night
Get up in the morning and have an appetite

Yeah, I believe I'll go back