TRAIN 45 (Trad) O the train I ride on is a hundred coaches long You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles Oh me, Oh my Hear the whistle blow a hundred miles I'm walkin' down this track, I got tears in my eyes, Tryin' to read a letter from my home. Oh me, Oh my. Tryin' to read a letter from my home. Well I'm walkin' down this track and I ain't lookin' back I'm nine hundred miles from my home Oh me, Oh my I'm nine hundred miles from my home If this train runs me right, I'll be home tomorrow night Lord I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow Oh me, Oh my I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow.