Lyrics:

TI'm walking down this track
I've got tears in my eyes
Trying to read a letter from my home
If this train runs me right
I'll be home tomorrow night
I'm nine hundred miles from my home
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

I'll pawn you my watch
And I'll pawn you my chain;
Pawn you my gold diamond ring
If this train runs me right
I'll be home tomorrow night
I'm nine hundred miles from my home
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow