500 Miles - Rosanne Cash

If you miss the train I’m on

Then you’ll know that I have gone

You can hear the whistle blow a 100 miles

A 100 miles, a 100 miles

A 100 miles, one hundred miles

You can hear the whistle blow a 100 miles

Teardrops fell on mama’s note

When I read the things she wrote

She said, «We miss you, hon, we love you, come on home»

Well, I didn’t have to pack

I had it all right on my back

Now I’m 500 miles away from home

Lord, I’m 1, Lord, I’m 2

Lord, I’m 3, Lord, I’m 4

Lord, I’m 500 miles away from my home

All these years and all these roads

Never lead me back to you

I’m always 500 miles away from home

Away from home, away from home

Always out here on my own

I’m still 500 miles away from home

I’m still 500 miles away from home