900 Miles

900 Miles (Traditional, 1924 / Woodie Guthry rec. 1944)

 Dm Dm Dm Dm / Dm Am Dm Dm 
Dm Dm Dm Dm / Dm Dm Dm Dm / CC/b Am Dm Dm 

This train that I ride on is a hundred coaches long, 
you can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. 
If that train runs right, Ill be home tomorrow night, 
cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home and 
I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow. 

Walkin down the track I got tears in my eyes 
tryin ta read a letter from my home. 
If that train runs right, Ill be home tomorrow night, 
cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home and 
I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow. 

Well I'll pawn you my watch pawn you my chain 
Pawn you my gold and diamond ring 
If that train runs right, Ill be home tomorrow night, 
cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home and 
I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow. 

--
I usually play in Drop D Tuning

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