Lyrics Nine Hundred Miles - Barbara Dane, Original Mix

Nine Hundred Miles

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