I'm Nine Hundred Miles From Home - Fiddlin John Carson

Lord, I’ll pawn you my watch and I’ll pawn you chain

Pawn you, my gold diamond ring

That don’t pay my little woman’s fine

Pawn you my wagon and my team

You can count the days I’m gone on the train that I left on

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

If that train runs right I’ll be home tomorrow night

Lord, I’m nine hundred miles from my home

I used to have a woman, she would walk and talk with me

Now she’s just setting on some other rounder’s knee

She’s done told him what she won’t tell me

And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

You can count the days I’m gone on the train that I left on

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

If that train runs right I’ll be home tomorrow night

Lord, I’m nine hundred miles from my home

I went down to the depot, Lord, not many days ago

Got on the train and the train went a-flyin'

I looked back behind and my baby was a-cryin'

And he’s gone and left me alone

You can count the days I’m gone on the train that I left on

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

If that train runs right, she’ll see John tomorrow night

Lord, I’m nine hundred mile away from my home