900 Miles - Odetta

Walking down this railroad track

I got tears in my eyes

Trying to read a letter from my home

If this train runs me right

I’ll be home by tomorrow night

I’m 900 miles from my home

And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

Well this train I ride on

Is a hundred coaches long

Hear the whistle blow

A hundred miles

If this train runs me right

I’ll be home by tomorrow night

Cause I’m 900 miles from my home

And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

Well I’ll pawn you my watch

Pawn you my chain

Pawn you my gold and diamond ring

If this train roll me right

I’ll be home tomorrow night

Cause I’m 900 miles from my home

Lord I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

I’m walking down this railroad track

I got tears in my eyes

Trying to read a letter from my home

If this train run me right

I’ll be home tomorrow night

As I’m 900 miles from my home

I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

Yes I hate to hear

That lonesome whistle blow