900 Miles

900 Miles - Bakermat

Lyrics by：Barbara Dane/Lodewijk Fluttert

Composed by：Barbara Dane/Lodewijk Fluttert

Produced by：Bakermat

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

'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home

And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

Blow blow blow blow blow blow

Blow blow blow blow blow blow

Blow blow blow blow

Oh this train I ride on is a hundred coaches long

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

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

Blow blow blow blow blow blow

Blow blow blow blow blow blow

And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

I hate to hear that lonesome a whistle blow