If you miss the train I'm on,
you’ll know that I have gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles,
Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two,
Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four,
Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home

Tear drops fell on mama's note
When I read the things she wrote
She said, we love you son
We miss you come on home

Well I didn't have to pack
I had it all right on my back
Now I'm five hundred miles away from home

Well I’m walking in these ties
When tears are in my eyes
Trying to read a letter from my home

If this train is running right
I’ll be home tomorrow night
I’m but a five hundred miles away from home

A hundred miles, a hundred miles,
A hundred miles, a hundred miles,
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

If you miss the train I'm on,
you’ll know that I have gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles,