Hedy West 1962
If you miss the train I’m on, you will know that I am gone,
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
Refrain:
Hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles.
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
If my honey said so, I’d railroad no more,
I’d sidetrack my engine and go home.
Lord, I’m one, Lord, I’m two, Lord, I’m three, Lord, I’m four,
Lord, I’m five hundred miles away from home.
I told my little Ella, just as plain as I could tell her
That she’d better come along and go with me.
My clothes are all worm and my shoes are all torn,
Lord, I can’t make a livin’ this a-way.
If this train runs on right, I’ll be home tomorrow night,
For I’m coming down the line on Number Nine.
Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name,
Lord, I can’t go back home this a-way.
If you miss the train I’m on, You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.