I recall when I used to come home never had a dime But Lord I always had a good time And I recall drinkin' wine with one of my friends Lord, I can't go back again Am I losin' my own way back home Am I losin' a good friend that I've known Am I losin'

Where are you now? Who do you go to for a shoulder to cry on? I hope that some day you might turn around and come back home When will I see your face again? No matter how far apart we become you know that I'll still hear your song This is the day. This

I'm sick and tired of workin' I'll no more dig the praties As sure as me name is Carney I'll go off to California I'll no longer be a fool I'll be digging lumps of gold Where instead of diggin' praties And when I come back home again Goodbye, Muirshin