The train I ride on is a hundred couches long
you can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
If that train runs right Ill be home tomorrow night
cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home
and I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow.
Walkin down the track I got tears in my eyes
tryin ta read a letter from my home.
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.