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   alles-uke.de