Ain’t it hard to have a home When all you’re longing for is to ramble and roam. It makes it hard to have a home.
And ain’t it good to say goodbye Throw your troubles into the sky. Makes it good to say goodbye
I have walked and I have strayed So many roads, so many ways. And I’ve stumbled, and I fell low, So much to see, so much to show.
And ain’t it hard to have a home, When all you’re longing for is to ramble and roam. It makes it hard to have a home.
And as the world, glides on by on a train, a tiny sigh leaves my mouth and greets the day, drifts on south, floats away.
Ain’t it hard to have a home When all you’re longing for is to ramble and roam. It makes it hard to have a home.
And ain’t it good to say goodbye Throw your troubles into the sky. Makes it good to say goodbye Makes it sweet to say goodbye makes it hard to have a home, but kind of sad to be alone.