I'm
a -walkin' down the track,
I've got tears in my eyes,
tryin' to find a place to call my own.
But the farther that you roam,
the more you wish that you were home,
when it's ten thousand miles all alone.
And you hate to hear that
lonesome whistle blow,
that long lonesome train whistlin' down.
I've crossed the burning sands,
I've sailed the seven seas,
I've climbed the highest
mountain made of stone,
But the saddest blow by far
is to find where ever you are,
you're just ten thousand
miles from your home,
And you hate to hear that
lonesome whistle blow,
that long lonesome train
whistling down.
I've met farmers on their land
Traded tales with factory hands
The people everywhere
I've met and known
But when all is said and done
People everywhere are one
And you're ten thousand
miles from your home
And you hate to hear that
lonesome whistle blow
That long, lonesome train
whistling down
If my woman waits for me,
my traveling days are done
At last I'll have a place to call my own
I had to search the whole world wide
to find my places at her side
And not ten thousand miles from my home
Oh, I'll never hear that
lonesome whistle blow
That long,
lonesome train whistlin' down
That long, lonesome train
whistlin' down
That long, lonesome train
whistlin' down
That long, lonesome train whistlin' down