900 Miles

I'm just walking down this track I've got tears in my eyes Tryin' to read this letter from my home If this train runs me right I'll be home tomorrow night Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow The rain that I'm on Is a thousand coaches long You can hear that whistle blow a hundred miles If this train runs me right I'll be home tomorrow night I'm nine hundred miles from my home And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow I'll pawn you my watch And I'll pawn you my chain; Pawn you my diamond golden ring If this train runs me right I'll be home tomorrow night I'm nine hundred miles from my home And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow If my woman says me so I will railroad no more I'll sidetrack my wheeler and go home If this train runs me right I'll be home tomorrow night I'm nine hundred miles from my home And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow