The Wanderer's Warning

I'm riding along on a freight train
Bound for God only knows where
I left my home just this morning
And my heart is heavy with care

I quarreled with my dear old father
Because of the things I had done
He called me a drunkard and a gambler
Not fit to be called his son

I cursed and I swore at my father
I told him his words were a lie
I packed my few things in a bundle
And went to wish mother goodbye

My mother she broke down a-crying
"My son, Oh, my son, do not leave
Your poor mother's heart will be broken
And all my life long I shall grieve"

She kissed me and called me her darling
Around me her arms did she throw
I'll never forget that sad parting
When I went and told mother I must go

I know she'll be there by the window
Day after day as I roam
Watching, waiting, and praying
For a son who will never come home

So boys, take a wanderer's warning:
Don't break your poor mother's heart
Stay by her side, for she needs you
And let nothing tear you apart