Well I'm finally gonna write you that letter
That I've owed you for a long long time
I can't say much for me
But I do hope that ya'll are doing fine

Well how is Barry and Virginia
Are they still living down on the farm?
You know sometimes I get so lonesome, daddy
I wish I'd never left home

Well, are you working hard these days
Are you doing all the things the doctor said you oughta do?
And did you sell all your tobacco
Did the crops bring in what you thought they would?

Well I might as well get to the point
Last night I tried to call you on the phone
What I'm getting at I guess is
If I had the money, daddy I'd come home

Cause every night I hear an old southbound train whistle a-blowing
And daddy, it's calling me home

I've been to New York, Chicago
Wheeling, West Virginia and Nashville, Tennessee
And singers are as thick as fleas on a dog's back
By the way, how's old Lee?

And I done changed my name so many times
I don't even know who I am
And daddy I sure miss them pinto beans
And corn bread and country ham

Well now, I know I should've listened when you said
I didn't have no business coming way out west
That a girl belongs at home on the farm
Where she was born raising younguns like all the rest

Well I know it now, that's why I'm writing
And why I tried to call you on the phone
What I'm really trying to say
Is if you'll send me the money, I'll come home

Cause every night I hear an old southbound train whistle a-blowing
And daddy, it's calling me home

Cause every night I hear an old southbound train whistle a-blowing
And daddy, it's calling me home