On The Road - Jack Kerouac

I left New York in 1949

To go across the country without a bad blame dime

Montana in the cold cold fall

Found my father in the gambling hall

Father Father where have you been

I've been out in the world and I'm only ten

Don't worry about me if I should die of pleurisy

Across to Mississippi across to Tennessee

Across the Niagara home I'll never be

Home in ol' Medora home in Ol' Truckee

Apalachicola home I'll never be

Better or for worse thick and thin

Like being married to the Little poor man

God he loves me just like I love you

Just the same just for him

Well the worms eat away but don't worry watch the wind

So I left Montana on an old freight train

The night my father died in the cold cold rain

Road to Opelousas road to Wounded Knee

Road to Ogallala home I'll never be

Home I'll never be home I'll never be