Nine Hundred Miles
Well I'm walkin' down the track, I got tears in my eyes
Tryin' to read a letter from my home
cho:
If that train runs me right, I'll be home tomorrow night
'Cause it's nine hundred miles where I'm goin'.
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home.
Well the train I ride on is a hundred coaches long
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
I will pawn you my watch, I will pawn you my chain
Pawn you my gold diamond ring.
Well if you say so, I will railroad no more
Sidetrack my train and come home.
Recorded by Woody Guthrie
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