Nine Hundred Miles
I'm ridin' along this track, I got tears in me
eyes, Tryin' to read a letter from my home.
If this train leads 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.
I'll pawn ye my watch, and I'll pawn ye my
chain, Pawn ye my gold diamond ring.
This train I ride on is a hundred coaches long,
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
If my woman says no, then I'll railroad no more,
I'll live in the shanty all my days.