500 Miles

If you miss the train I'm on

Then you'll know that I have gone

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

A hundred miles, a hundred miles

A hundred miles, one hundred miles

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

Teardrops fell on mama's note

When I read the things she wrote

She said, "We miss you, hon, we love you, come on home"

Well, I didn't have to pack

I had it all right on my back

Now I'm five hundred miles away from home

Lord, I'm one, Lord, I'm two

Lord, I'm three, Lord, I'm four

Lord, I'm five hundred miles away from home

All these years and all these roads

Never led me back to you

I'm always five hundred miles away from home

Away from home, away from home

Always out here on my own

I'm still five hundred miles away from home

I'm still five hundred miles away from home