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

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

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