Текст песни Nine Hundred Miles - The New Christy Minstrels

Oh, I′m walking down this track
And I ain't never turning back
Next time you see me I′ll be home
There's a train coming soon
I'll be there next Sunday noon
Lord, I′m nine hundred miles from my home
I′ve been hungry, and I'm sore
Like I′ve never been before
Never have I been so all alone
Now I'm on the one way track
And I′m never turning back
Lord, I'm nine hundred miles from my home
I′ve been lonely, I've been blue
Darling, I've been to true to you
There′s an aching in my heart, you′ll never know
I'll make my bed on the (indiscernible) line
I′ll be with you Sunday night
Cuz I'm nine hundred miles from my home
Hear that whistle blow
Can′t you hear that whistle blow
Should you try to understand, I was born a rambling man
Just like a gypsy, I have roamed
Now those days are all behind
Got a woman on my mind
Lord I'm nine hundred miles from my home