500 Miles
Rosanne Cash
If you hear the train I m on. You will know that I am gone. You can hear the whisle blow a hundred miles. A hundred miles, a hundred miles, A hundred miles, a hundred miles, You can hear the whisle blow a hundred miles. Teardrops fall on mama s note. When I read the thing she wrote She said we miss you here, we love you, come on home Well I didn t have to pass, I had it alright on by back Now I m five hundred miles away from home. 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. Not a shirt on my back. Not a penny to my name And the land that I once left is not my own. 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. All these years and all these rules. Never led me back to you Well I m still a hundred miles away from home.. Away from home, away from home, away from home, away from home Well I m five hundred miles away from home..