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