500 Miles

500 Miles - Hedy West

Written by：Hedy West

If you miss the train I'm on

You will know that I am gone

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

A hundred miles

A hundred miles

A hundred miles

A hundred miles

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

If my honey said so

I'd railroad no more

I'd sidetrack my engine and go home

And go home

And go home

And go home

And go home

I'd sidetrack my engine and go home

Lord I'm one lord I'm two

Lord I'm three lord I'm four

Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home

Away from home

Away from home

Away from home

Away from home

Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home

I told my little letter

Just as plain as I could tell her

That she'd better come along and go with me

Go with me

Go with me

Go with me

Go with me

She'd better come along and go with me

My clothes are all worn

And my shoes are all torn

Lord I can't make a living this a way

This a way

This a way

This a way

This a way

Lord I can't make a living this a way

If this train runs our right

I'll be home tomorrow night

For I'm coming down the line on number nine

Number nine

Number nine

Number nine

Number nine

For I'm coming down the line on number nine

Not a shirt on my back

Not a penny to my name

Lord I can't go back home this a way

This a way

This a way

This a way

This a way

Lord I can't go back home this a way

If you miss the train I'm on

You will know that I am gone

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

A hundred miles

A hundred miles

A hundred miles

A hundred miles

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles