900 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, by ten am, by eleven twice again
And by day's end, I'll be gone 900 miles
Lord I pray, Lord I pray, Forgive, I was led astray
And I beg Your Mercy for these sunken isles...
Five hundred miles, five hundred miles
By days end, 900 miles
I am 900 miles from my home...
And if you miss the train I'm on
You will know that I am gone
I am 900 miles from my home
Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name
I'm a stray dog someone left out in the rain...
Out in the rain, out in the rain,
Sing it with me once again
By day's end I'll be 900 miles from home
900 miles, 900 miles, as I fall down on the tiles
Lord I beg Your Mercy for these sunken isles...
And if you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
I hope I will see you in a little while
Lord Have Mercy, God for these
These sunken isles
Oh...
900 miles
C Public Domain, Author unknown, early 1900s