I was young and poor Lyrics

My father was a farmer from Blueford town

we settled down in Arkansas, in 1851

My mother died when I was born, so we were only two

Me and my father. Lord knows I'm tellin' the truth

I was young, I was poor

One day, daddy gave me a horse, knife and gun

You're too old to live with me, trust me son

With tears 'n' his last money, I had to run away

New life and new story, it all started in one day

I was young, I was poor

Then twenty years of travel, like a cowboy in a song

All I hade was in my bag. I was youg and strong

I tried to have a good time, I tried to look arround

But there's no place like home. So I couldn't settle down

R:Those twenty years are gone, in the name of truth and sin

But I just wanna go home, and hear my daddy say

"Son, where have you been?"