If you miss the train I'm on, you'll know that I have gone. You could hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. 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. Teardrops fell on Mama's nose when I read the things she wrote. She said, We love you, son. We miss 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. Well, I'm walking these tides with tears all in my eyes, trying to read a letter from my heart. If this train's running right, I'll be home tomorrow night. I'll put on five hundred miles away from home. A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles. You could hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. If you miss the train I'm on, you'll know that I have gone. You could hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. If you miss the train I'm on, you'll know that I have gone. You could hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.