Oh Momma, my shoes don’t fit
And it’s hard to keep this candle lit
Oh Momma, my clothes are torn
And I ain’t got blanket to keep me warm

Let me come home
Let me come home
Let me come home
I’m cold and I’m alone

Oh Papa, taught me to be strong
But Papa, this world’s gone wrong
Papa, sorry for what I done
And I know I ain’t good enough to be your son

Let me come home
Let me come home
Let me come home
I’m cold and I’m alone

My brother, I know that I stole her
But brother, you did not own her
And brother, you were a friend of mine
And I thought you’d be with me on the firing line

Let me come home
Let me come home
Let me come home
I’m cold and I’m alone
Oh my sister, your grave stands still
Under the wall of High Cannon Hill
My sister, I go back to that place
Where we hid from our troubles and the whole human race

Let me come home
Let me come home
Let me come home
I got flowers to bring