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Well I'm walkin' down the track, I got tears in my eyesTryin' to read a letter from my homeIf 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 longYou can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.I will pawn you my watch, I will pawn you my chainPawn you my gold diamond ring.Well if you say so, I will railroad no moreSidetrack my train and come home.Recorded by Woody Guthrie From Letras Mania