Fiddle 
Lord I’ll pawn you my watch and I’ll pawn you chain, Pawn you, my gold diamond ring. If that don’t pay my little woman’s fine, Pawn you my wagon and my team 
You can count the days I’ve gone on the train that I left on, You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. If that train runs right I’ll be home tomorrow night Lord I’m nine hundred miles from my home. 
Fiddle 
I used to have a woman she was walk(in’) and talk(in’) with me Now she’s just a-settin’ on some other rounder’s knee She’s done told him what she won’t tell me And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow. 
You can count the days I’ve gone on the train that I left on, You can hear the whistle blow (a) hundred miles. If that train runs right I’ll be home tomorrow night Lord I’m nine hundred miles from my home. 
Fiddle 
I went down to the depot, Lord not many days ago, Got on that train and the train went a flyin’, I looked back behind and my baby was a-cryin’ And he’s gone and left me alone. 
You can count the days I’ve gone by the train that I left on, You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. If that train runs right she’ll see John tomorrow night Lord I’m nine hundred miles away from my home. 
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