Dion — 900 Miles

Well I'm walking down this track With tears in my eyes Trying to read a letter from my home If this train runs me right I'll be home tomorrow night Lord, I'm nine hundred miles from my home And how I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow Well this train I ride on It's a hundred coaches long You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles And if this train runs me right I'll be home by tomorrow night But I'm nine hundred miles from my home And how I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow Well I'll pawn you my watch And I'll pawn you my chain I'll even pawn you my gold diamond ring 'Cause if this train runs me right I'll be home tomorrow night Lord, I'm nine hundred miles from my home And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow Yeah I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow And now I'm nine hundred miles from my home