Nine Hundred Miles  
Traditional - adopted by Woody Guthrie*

I am walkin’ down this track, I’ve got tears in my eyes
I’m tryin’ to read a letter from my home

    And if this train rides 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
    It’s that long lonesome train whistling down

Well, I’ll pawn you my watch and I’ll pawn you my chain
I’ll pawn you my gold diamond ring

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

Well, I’m riding on this train, there are tears in my eyes
I’m trying to read a letter from my home

If this train runs me right I’ll see my gal Saturday night
Cause I’m nine hundred miles from my home

This is the version I recorded

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