If you miss the train I'm on
Then you'll know that I have gone
You can hear the whistle blow, a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
A hundred miles, ONE hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow, a hundred miles
Teardrops fell on mama's note
When I read the things she wrote
She said, "We miss you, hon, we love you, come on home."
Well, I didn't have to pack
I had it all RIGHT on my back
Now I am five hundred miles away from home
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Lord, I'm three, Lord, I'm four
Lord, I'm five hundred miles away from home
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Never lead me back to you
I'm always five hundred miles away from home
Away from home, away from home
Always out HERE on my own
I am still five hundred miles from home
I am still five hundred miles from home