I am walking down this track,
I've got tears in my eyes,
Trying to read a letter from my home.
If this
train runs me right
I'll be home tomorrow night.
I'm nine hundred miles from my home.
And I hate
to hear that lonesome whistle blow.
I'll pawn
you my watch
And I'll pawn you my chain;
Pawn
you my gold diamond ring.
If this train runs me
right
I'll be home tomorrow night.
I'm nine
hundred miles from my home.
And I hate to hear that
lonesome whistle blow.
The rain I ride on
Is
a thousand coaches long.
You can hear that whistle
blow a hundred miles.
If this train runs me right
I'll be home tomorrow night.
I'm nine hundred
miles from my home.
And I hate to hear that lonesome
whistle blow.
If my woman says so
I will
railroad no more
I'll sidetrack my wheeler and go
home.
If this train runs me right
I'll be home
tomorrow night.
I'm nine hundred miles from my home.
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow.