“I WAS YOUNG WHEN I LEFT HOME” by Bob Dylan

Dropped D tuning (D-A-d-g-b-e')
Capo 3nd fret
Open G tuning (DGdgbd')

G     000000
G'    000430
"D"   000210
"C"   002010

Intro:

     G'
     :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .
d------0-------0-----|---0-------0-----|
b------------------3-|-----------------|
g--3/4-----4---------|-------4-------3/|
d--------0-------0---|-----0-------0---|
G----0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|
D--------------------|-----------------|

           "D" G    "C"
   :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .
d----0-------------|---0-------0-----|---0-------0-----|
b------------------|-----------------|-------1---------|
g--4-----4\2-0-----|-------0-------0-|---------------0h|
d------0-------0-2-|-----2-------2---|-----2-------2---|
G--0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|
D------------------|-----------------|-----------------|

  "D"               "C"
   :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .
d----0-------0-----|---0-------0-----|
b------------------|-----------------|
g--2-----2---------|-------0-------2/|
d------0-------0-0-|h2---2-------0---|
G--0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|
D------------------|-----------------|

   G'     "D"  G     G
   :   .   .   .     .
d----0-------------|---0-------0-------|-0-------0-----|
b------------------|-------------------|---------------|
g-/4-----4\2-0---0-|-------0-------0---|-----0-------0-|
d------0-------0---|-----0-------0-----|---0-------0---|
G--0-------0-------|-0-------0-------0-|-------0-------|
D------------------|-------------------|---------------| etc.

      G'
I was young when I left home
             D    G    C
and I been a-rambling 'round.
      D
And I never wrote a letter to my home.
      G     G'   D  G  C
To my home, lord to my home.
      D                          G'
And I never wrote a letter to my home.

It was just the other day,
I was bringing home my pay
when I met an old friend I used to know.
Said your mother's dead and gone,
baby sister's all gone wrong
and your daddy needs you home right away.

Not a shirt on my back,
not a penny on my name.
But I can't go home thisaway.
Thisaway, lord lord lord.
And I can't go home thisaway.

If you miss the train I'm on,
count the days I'm gone.
You will hear that whistle blow a hundred miles.
Hundred miles, honey baby, lord lord lord,
and you'll hear that whistle blow a hundred miles.

I'm playing on a track,
ma would come and whoop me back
on them trussels down by old Jim McKay's.
When I pay the debt I owe
to the commissary store,
I will pawn my watch and chain and go home.
Go home, lord lord lord.
I will pawn my watch and chain and go home.

Used to tell ma sometimes
when I see them riding blind,
gonna make me a home out in the wind.
In the wind, lord in the wind.
Make me a home out in the wind.

I don't like it in the wind,
I go back home again,
but I can't go home thisaway.
Thisaway, lord lord lord,
and I can't go home thisaway.

I was young when I left home
and I been all rambling 'round.
And I never wrote a letter to my home.
To my home lord lord lord.
And I never wrote a letter to my home.

source: Eyolf Østrem