900 Miles

900 Miles - The Silver Gate Singers/The Sundowners/James Wall

I were walking down this track

I've got tears in my eyes

Trying to read a letter from my home

But if that train runs me right

I'll be home but sunday night

'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home

And I hate to that lonesome whistle blow

I'll pawn you my watch

And I'll pawn you my chain

Pawn you my gold diamond ring

But if that train runs me right

I'll be home but sunday night

'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home

And I hate to that lonesome whistle blow

But if that train runs me right

I'll be home but sunday night

'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home

And I hate to that lonesome whistle blow

Well I train that I ride on

Is a hundred coaches long

You can hear the whistle blow

A hundred miles

But if that train runs me right

I'll be home but sunday night

'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home

And I hate to that lonesome whistle blow

But if that train runs me right

I'll be home but sunday night

'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home

And I hate to that lonesome whistle blow

And I hate to that lonesome whistle blow