Lyrics

Well I'm goin' down the track, I got tears in my eyes Tryin' to read a letter from my home If this train runs me right, I'll be home by tomorrow night 'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home. And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow. (...) Oh this train I ride on is a hundred coaches long You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. If this train runs me right, I'll be home by Saturday night 'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home. And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow. (...) I will pawn you my watch, I will pawn you my chain Pawn you my golden diamond ring. If this train runs me right, I'll be home by tomorrow night 'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home. And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow. I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow. I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow.
Writer(s): Traditional, Tommy Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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