If you miss the train I'm on Then you'll know that I have 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 Mama'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, oh Lord, I'm four Lord, I'm five hundred miles away from home All these years and all these rooms Never led me back to you I'm always five hundred miles away from home Away from home, away from 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