500 Miles 가사

If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles Teardrops fell on momma'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, Lord I'm four Lord I'm 500 miles from my home All these years and all these roads Never led me back to you I'm always five hundred miles away from home Away from home, away 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