Lyrics I'm Nine Hundred Miles From Home - Fiddlin John Carson

I'm Nine Hundred Miles From Home

Lord, I’ll pawn you my watch and I’ll pawn you chain
Pawn you, my gold diamond ring
That don’t pay my little woman’s fine
Pawn you my wagon and my team
You can count the days I’m gone on the train that I left on
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
If that train runs right I’ll be home tomorrow night
Lord, I’m nine hundred miles from my home
I used to have a woman, she would walk and talk with me
Now she’s just setting on some other rounder’s knee
She’s done told him what she won’t tell me
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow
You can count the days I’m gone on the train that I left on
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
If that train runs right I’ll be home tomorrow night
Lord, I’m nine hundred miles from my home
I went down to the depot, Lord, not many days ago
Got on the train and the train went a-flyin'
I looked back behind and my baby was a-cryin'
And he’s gone and left me alone
You can count the days I’m gone on the train that I left on
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
If that train runs right, she’ll see John tomorrow night
Lord, I’m nine hundred mile away from my home