Oh that train I ride on is a hundred coaches long

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

If that train runs right I'll be home tomorrow night

'Cause I'm nine-hundred miles from my home

And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

I'm a-walkin' down that track

I've got tears in my eyes

Trying to read the letter from my home

If that train runs right I'll see my woman Saturday night

I'm nine-hundred miles from my home

And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow