Well I'm walking down this track
With teats in my eyes
Trying to read a letter from my home
If this train runs me right
I'll be home tomorrow night
Lord, I'm nine hundred miles from my home
And how I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

Well this train I ride on
Is a hundred coaches long
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
And if this train runs me right
I'll be home by tomorrow night
But I'm nine hundred miles from my home
And how I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

Well I'll pawn you my watch
And I'll pawn you my chain
I'll even pawn you my gold diamond ring
'Cause if this train runs me right
I'll be home tomorrow night
Lord, I'm nine hundred miles from my home
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

Yeah I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow
And now I'm nine hundred miles from my home