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 Lord I’m one, Lord I’m two Lord I’m three, Lord I’m four Lord I’m five hundred miles from my home Five hundred miles, five hundred miles Five hundred miles, five hundred miles Lord I’m five hundred miles from my home Not a shirt on my back Not a penny to my name Lord I can’t go home this-a-way This-a-way, this-a-way This-a-way, this-a-way Lord I can’t go home this-a-way A hundred tanks across the square One man stands to stop them there One day soon the tide will turn and I’ll be free I’ll be free, I’ll be free, to go home to my country One day soon the tide will turn and I’ll be free