It's springtime but I haven't seen the sun To see the sun ain't what I signed You said I could get what I ain't got Back home, home where I'm bound Back home, where I'm bound I'm a welder in a foreign land I'm working hard days and nights My head is worn out from longing Back home, home where I'm bound Back home, where I'm bound I've been here three years and a half now I still don't even own the clothes on my back Well, I guess I could abide if it wasn't for my family Back home, home where I'm bound Back home, where I'm bound Where there's music and crickets in my ears all night She said she likes what she sees, though I'm quite ugly and not much of a dancer Where the moon is like a big old lamp and the liquor comes from the woods Home, home where I'm bound Back home, where I'm bound Back home, home where I'm bound Back home, where I'm bound