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I'm a-riding on this train, there are tears in my eyes
Tryin' to read a letter from my home

If this train runs me right, I'll be home Saturday night
Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home
I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

It’s that long lonesome train whistling down

Well, this train I ride on is a hundred coaches long
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

& that lonesome whistle call is the mournfullest of all

Cause it’s nine hundred miles from my home

I'll pawn you my watch & I’ll pawn you my chain

I’ll pawn you my gold diamond ring

Cause this train runs me right, I'll be home Saturday night
Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home

If my woman says so, I will railroad no more
I'll sidetrack that wheeler and go home...

If this train runs me right, I'll be home Saturday night
Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home