900 Miles کے بول

I'm a-walking down the track I've got tears in my eyes Trying to read a letter from my home If that train runs 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 I'll pawn my silver watch And my gold diamond ring I'll board the sweetest train I've ever known If that train runs 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 If my womans waiting there Then I'll railroad no more For I've grown so weary traveling all alone If that train runs 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