I'm just walking down this track,
I've got tears in my eyes,
Tryin' to read this letter from my home.
If this train runs me right
I'll be home tomorrow night.
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home.
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow.
The rain that I'm 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.
I'll pawn you my watch
And I'll pawn you my chain;
Pawn you my diamond golden 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.
If my woman says me 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.