900 Miles - Uncle Sinner

This train that I ride

She’s a hundred coaches long

You can hear the whistle blow one hundred miles

If this train runs right

I’ll see my woman tomorrow night

I’m five hundred miles from my home

And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

I’ll pawn you my watch

I’ll pawn you my chain

I’ll pawn you my silver wedding ring

If this train runs right

I’ll see my woman tomorrow night

I’m six hundred miles from my home

And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

I got blood on my tracks

I got tears in my eyes

Tryin' to read a letter from my home

If this train runs right

I’ll see my woman tomorrow night

I’m eight hundred miles from my home

And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

I’ll do one, I’ll do two

I’ll do three, I will do four

I’ll do five pills then no more

If this train runs right

I’ll see my woman tomorrow night

I’m nine hundred miles from my home

And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow