I found this on a previous thread posted by John Nolan.
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 know my old mother is weeping
Day after day while I'm gone
[Remember he'd only been gone hours]
Hoping and watching and praying
For a son who will never come home
So boys, heed a wanderer's warning
Don't break your poor mother's heart
Always stay near to the fireside
And let nothing tear you apart.