文本歌词

Nine Hundred Miles - Barbara Dane
Well I'm goin' down the track I got tears in
My eyes
Tryin' to read a letter from my home
If this train run 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
Hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
I left this train run 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 run 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