900 Miles letra

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

Billy Merman - Letras

• 900 Miles