Nine Hundred Miles

I'm a-riding on this train, there are tears in my eyes
Tryin' to read a letter from my home

Refrain:If this train runs me right, I'll be (7b) home Saturday 1 night
For I'm nine hundred 7b miles from my 1 home
And I 5 hate to hear that lonesome whistle 1 blow

Well, this train I ride on is a hundred coaches long
You can hear her whistle blow a hundred miles...

I will pawn you my watch, I will pawn you my chain
I'll pawn you my gold diamond ring...

If my woman says so, I will railroad no more
I'll sidetrack that wheeler and go home...