Lyrics
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.
