When I left my hometown back in Early, Iowa,
I told my childhood sweetheart that I'd return
someday.
I had the hungries to roam before I settled
down,
So I hopped a freight train south that was
Memphis bound.
Well, I got me a job in a honky tonk down town
Serving beer and wine to the crowd that hung
around;
And, for my new found friends, I went and
played a losing game.
Now, for me, a week, a month, a year, it's all
the same.
Chorus:
Cause it's too late to go to Early,
And in this cell block I must stay.
They sentenced me to sixty years,
And I just got here today.
Yes, it's too late to go to Early,
Because I threw my life away;
And I'll never again see my sweetheart
Back in Early, Iowa.
Well, I never found my riches; I just found
regrets;
For the awful thing that I've done is too hard
to forget.
If I'd known then what I know now, I would've
stayed back home
And forgot the awful urge that I had to roam.
(Chorus)
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Recorded By: Hal
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