If you miss the train I'm on, you'll know that I am 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 momma'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'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
All these years and all these roads
Never led me back to you
I'm always five hundred miles away from home
Away from home, away home
Always out here on my own
I'm still five hundred miles away from home
I'm still five hundred miles away from home
