500 miles - Hedy West live at Newport 1964

If you miss the train I'm on, you'll know 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

If my honey said so, I'd railroad no more
I'd sidetrack my engine and go home
And go home, and go home, and go home, and go home
I'd sidetrack my engine and go home

Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name
Lord I can't make a living this a-way
This a-way, this a-way, this a-way, this a-way
Lord I can't make a living this a-way

I told my little Ella, just as plain as I could tell her
She'd better come along and go with me
Go with me, go with me, go with me, go with me
She'd better come along and go with me

Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, I'm three, Lord I'm four
Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home
Away from home, away from home, away from home, away from home
Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home

My shoes are all worn, my clothes are all torn
Lord I can't go back home this a-way
This a-way, this a-way, this a-way, this a-way,
Lord I can't go back home this a-way

If you miss the train I'm on, you'll 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