500 Miles

If you miss the train I’m on, you will know that I am gone
you can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
a hundred miles, a hundred miles,
a hundred miles, a hundred miles
you can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

As the miles travel by, I can’t help but wonder why
that I’ve gone 500 miles from my home
500 miles away from home
500 miles away from home
that I’ve gone 500 miles away from home

Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name
and I can’t go home this way
I can’t go home this way
I can’t go home this way
no I can’t got home this way

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