Nine Hundred Miles - Barbara Dane, Original Mix

Well I’m goin' down the track, I got tears in my eyes

Tryin' to read a letter from my home

If this train runs me right, I’ll be home by tomorrow night

'Cause I’m nine hundred miles from my home

And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

Oh this train I ride on is a hundred coaches long

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

If this train runs me right, I’ll be home by Saturday night

'Cause I’m nine hundred miles from my home

And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

I will pawn you my watch, I will pawn you my chain

Pawn you my golden diamond ring

If this train runs me right, I’ll be home by tomorrow night

'Cause I’m nine hundred miles from my home

And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow