Clay listen close to what your brother says My momma stood a-waitin' by the door While daddy he was way off in the woods He never saw his boy alive no more When Clay and Ottie came to work in Cleveland It was hard to find a job in '32 Then Ottie came down sick and Clay was helpless To stop his greatest fear from coming true Home is all I have left in this world to hold on to But now they've let it go and I've nothing left to show It'll never be the same to me no more Now living on the farm was all we knew And in my mind I see the home place still But they said they'd rather sell and go to renting Than leave poor Ottie in some Potter's field My daddy never owned another farm He grew to be an old and bitter man While momma stares off down the gravel road She can still see Ottie stop and wave again Home is all I have left in this world to hold on to But now they've let it go and I've nothing left to show Home is all I have left in this world to hold on to But now they've let it go and I've nothing left to show It'll never be the same to me no more It'll never be the same to me no more