Driven From Home - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
DRIVEN FROM HOME. 
Out in this cold world, out in the street. Asking a penny of each one I meet; Shoeless I wander about, thro' the day. Wearing my young life in sorrow away. No one to help me, no one to love,-No one to pity me, none to caress-Fatherless, motherless, sadly I roam; A child of misfortune, I'm driven from home. 
Chorus. No one to help me, no one to bless, No one to pity me, none to caress; Fatherless, motherless, sadly I roam, Nursed by my poverty, driven from home. 
The flowers that bloomed, that I once loved to see, Seem bowing their heads, as if pitying me; The music that mingles with voices of mirth. From the windows of pleasure and plenty on earth. Makes me think what it is to be friendless and poor, And I feel I shall faint when I knock at the door; Turn a deaf ear, there's no one will come To help a poor wanderer, driven from home.-Chorus. 
Oh! where shall I go, or what shall I do? I've no one to tell me what course to pursue; I'm weary and footsore, I'm hungry and weak, I know not what shelter to-night I may seek. The Friend of all friends, who rules earthand sea. Will look with a pitying eye upon me; I'll wander about, till His messenger comes To lead me to father and mother and home.-Chorus.