900 Miles - Dion

I’m walking down this track

I’ve got tears in my eyes

Trying to read a letter from my home

If this train runs me right

I’ll be home tomorrow night

I’m nine hundred miles from my home

And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

I’ll pawn you my watch

And I’ll pawn you my chain

Pawn you my gold diamond ring

If this train runs me right

I’ll be home tomorrow night

I’m nine hundred miles from my home

And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow