Nine Hundred Miles

I’ve been walking down this track, I’ve got tears in my eyes
Trying to read this letter from my 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
 
Now this train that I’m on is a hundred coaches long
Hear that whistle blow a hundred miles

I’ve pawned you my watch and I’ve pawned you my chain
Pawned you my diamond golden ring

If my mama tells me so I can’t railroad no more
I’ll sidetrack my engine, go on home