Kenny Ball - 900 Miles | Текст песни

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I am walkin' on this track,
I've got tears in my eyes,
I'm try'n to read a letter from my home.
And if that train runs me right,
I'll be home Saturday night,
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home.

And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow,
That long lonesome train whistlin' down.

Miles from home.

Well this train I ride on
is a hundred coaches long.
You can hear her whistle blow (blow) a million miles.
And if this train runs me right,
I'll be home Saturday night,
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home.

From home,
from home.

Miles and miles and miles,
miles and miles and miles,
miles and miles and miles,
miles and miles and miles,
miles and miles from home (from home).

And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow,
That long lonesome train whistlin' down.

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