Вершы: Woody Guthrie. Nine Hundred Miles.

Well I'm ridin' on this train, I've got tears in my eyes
Tryin' to read a letter from my home
If this train runs me right, I'll be home tomorrow night
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

Well this train I ride on is a hundred coaches long
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
If this train runs me right, I'll be home tomorrow night
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

Now if you say so, I will railroad no more
Sidetrack my train and go home
If this train runs me right, I'll be home tomorrow night
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow