Nine Hundred Miles
Words & Music:
Woody Guthrie
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I'm ridin' along this track, I got tears in me eyes,
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Tryin' to read a letter from my home.
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If this train leads me right, I'll be home tomorrow night,
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'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home,
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And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow.
I'll pawn ye my watch, and I'll pawn ye my chain,
Pawn ye my gold diamond ring.
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This train I ride on is a hundred coaches long,
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
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If my woman says no, then I'll railroad no more,
I'll live in the shanty all my days.
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