THE WANDERER'S WARNING
(Carson J. Robison)
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.
Recorded by Carson Robison and Frank Luther
(as Bud And Joe Billings) c1929.