This Old House I’m Living In It Sure Needs Some Repair;
The Windows And The Shutters Are Letting In The Cold, Cold Air.
I Say To Myself, I’m Going To Fix Them If I Can Find The Time;
But All I’ve Been Getting Lately Is Leaving On My Mind.

Lately All I’ve Got Is Leaving On My Mind;
It Seems That’s All I Think About Most Of The Time;
And Soon And Very Soon I’ll Leave These Troubles Far Behind;
Lately I’ve Got Leaving, Leaving On My Mind.

So I Guess I Should Be Looking For A Better Place To Live;
But I Can’t Seem To Get Excited About This World And What It Can Give;
I Couldn’t Care Less If I Could Buy It All With One Solitary Dime.
For What Good Would This Old World Do Me With Leaving On My Mind?