900 Miles

900 Miles - Cisco Houston

Written by：Traditional

I'm walkin' down this track

I got tears in my eyes

I'm tryin' to read a letter from my home

And if this train runs me right

I'll be home Saturday night

'Cause it's nine hundred miles from my home

And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

That long nose and trait has been down

Well this train I ride on

Is a hundred coaches long

You can hear her whistle blow a million miles

And if this train runs me right

I'd see my woman Saturday night

'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home

And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

That long nose and train has been down

I will pawn you my wagon

I will pawn you my thing

I will pawn you my watch

And my chain

And if this train runs me right

I'll be home Saturday night

'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home

And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

That long lonsome train the whistle in down