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