An’ I can’t go home this way.
I didn’t have no ready-made money,
I couldn’t go home.
A place to sleep, something to eat,
I don’t ast no mo’.
Look down dat lonesome road an’ cry
A variety of songs of home or home-folk, of surcease from work, will be found wherever Negroes sing. This fact is recognized by the publishers of blues when they advertise, “These blues will make every Negro want to hurry back home.” The plaintive longing for home, alongside expressions of weeping and self-pity, is the theme of most of the following songs of the road:
I’m Goin’ Home, Buddie
All ’round the mountain, Buddie,
So chilly and cold, Buddie,