| I’m just walkin' down that track
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| I’ve got tears in my eyes
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| Tryin' to read this letter from my home
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| Now if this train run me right
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| I’ll be home tomorrow night
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| 'Cause I’m nine hundred miles from my home
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| And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow
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| Now this here train that I’m on
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| Nine coaches long
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| Hear that whistle blowin' many a mile
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| Yeah, and if’n this train runs me right
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| I’ll be home tomorrow night
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| I’m nine hundred miles from my home
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| Hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow
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| Now, I’ll pawn you my watch
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| I’ll pawn you my chain
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| Pawn you my diamond golden ring
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| Yeah, and if this train runs me right
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| I’ll be home tomorrow night
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| I’m nine hundred miles from my home
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| Hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow
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| Now if my woman tells me so
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| Then I can’t railroad no more
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| I’ll sidetrack my engine, go on home
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| Yeah, and if this train runs me right
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| I’ll be home tomorrow night
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| I’m nine hundred miles from my home
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| Hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow
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| Now I’m just walkin' down that track
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| I got tears in my eyes
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| Tryin' to read this letter from my home
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| Yeah and if this train runs me right
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| I’ll be home tomorrow night
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| I’m nine hundred miles from my home
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| Hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow
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| And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow |