I am riding on this train, There are tears in my eyes, Try’n to read a letter from my home, If this train runs me right, I’ll be home Saturday night, For I’m nine hundred miles from my home. 
Well this train I ride on Is a hundred coaches long, You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles, And the lonesome whistle call Is mournfullest of all, ’Cause it’s nine hundred miles from my home. 
Chorus: And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow, It’s that long lonesome train whistling down. 
Well, I’ll pawn you my watch, And I’ll pawn you my chain, I’ll pawn you my gold diamond ring, For if this train runs me right, I’ll be home Saturday night, ’Cause I’m nine hundred miles from my home. 
I am walking down this track, I’ve got tears in my eyes, I’m tryin’ to read a letter from my home; And if this train runs me right I’ll be home Saturday night, ’Cause I’m nine hundred miles from my home. 
Well this train I ride on Is a hundred coaches long, You can hear the whistle blow a million miles; And if this train runs me right I’ll see my woman Saturday night, ’Cause I’m nine hundred miles from my home. 
I will pawn you my wagon, I will pawn you my team, I will pawn you my watch and my chain; And if this train runs me right I’ll be home Saturday night, ’Cause I’m nine hundred miles from my home. 
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