Five Hundred Miles

If you miss the train I’m on,


You will know that I have gone,


You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.


Lord, I’m one, Lord, I’m two, Lord,


I’m three, Lord, I’m four, Lord,


I’m five hundred miles a way from home.


Tear drops fell on mama’s note


When I read the things she wrote


She said, we love you son


We miss you come on home


Well I didn’t have to pack


I had it all right on my back


Now I’m five hundred miles away from home


While I’am walking these tracks


With tears are in my eyes


Trying real harder from my home





If this train is running right


I will be home tomorrow night


But I’m five hundred miles


Away from home


A hundred miles, a hundred miles


A hundred miles, a hundred miles


You could hear a wistle blow


A hundred miles


If you miss the train I’m on,


You will know that I am gone,


You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.


A hundred miles, a hundred miles,


A hundred miles, a hundred miles,


You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.