Guthrie Woody — Nine Hundred Miles

Well I’m walkin’ down the track, I got tears in my eyes
Tryin’ to read a letter from my home

Cho:
If that train runs me right, I’ll be home tomorrow night
‘Cause it’s nine hundred miles where I’m goin’.
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow
‘Cause I’m nine hundred miles from my home.

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

I will pawn you my watch, I will pawn you my chain
Pawn you my gold diamond ring.