I am walking down this track,
I've got tears in my eyes.
I'm try'in to read a letter from my home.
And if this train runs me right
I'll be home Sat-ur-day night,
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home.
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And I hate to hear that lone-some whis-tle blow.
That long lone-some train whis-tl-ing down.
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Well this train I ride on,
Is a hundred coaches long,
You can hear her whistle blow a hundred miles
And if this train runs me right
I'll see my babe saturday night,
Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home.
I'll pawn you my old wagon,
I'll pawn you my old team,
I'll pawn you my gold watch and chain
And if this train runs me right
I'll be home Saturday night,
Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home.
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