900 Miles Lyrics

I'm walking down this track, I've got tears in my eyes, Trying to read a letter from my 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. I'll pawn you my watch And I'll pawn you my chain; Pawn you my gold diamond 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. The rain I ride 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. If my woman says 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.