Hedy West - 500 Miles | Текст песни

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If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a 100 miles
A 100 miles, a 100 miles, a 100 miles, a 100 miles
You can hear the whistle blow a 100 miles

If my honey said so I'd railroad no more
I'd sidetrack my engine and go home
And go home, and go home, and go home, and go home
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 500 miles away from home
Away from home, away from home, away from home, away from home
Lord I'm 500 miles away from home

I told in my little letter just as plain as I could tell her
That she'd better come along and go with me
Go with me, go with me, go with me, go with me
She'd better come along and go with me

My clothes are all worn and my shoes are all torn
Lord I can't make a living this a-way
This a-way, this a-way, this a-way, this a-way,
Lord I can't make a living this a-way

If this train runs right I'll be home tomorrow night
For I'm coming down the line on number 9
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
For I'm coming down the line on number 9

Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name
Lord I can't go back home this a-way
This a-way, this a-way, this a-way, this a-way
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 100 miles
A 100 miles, a 100 miles, a 100 miles, a 100 miles,
You can hear the whistle blow a 100 miles

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