tI'm 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.