Corrected version

I'M NINE HUNDRED MILES FROM HOME
As recorded by Fiddlin' John Carson, OKeh 40196, Aug. 27, 1924, Atlanta Ga.

Fiddle

Lord, I'll pawn you my watch and I'll pawn you chain,
Pawn you, my gold diamond ring.
If that don't pay my little woman's fine,
Pawn you my wagon and my team.

You can count the days I'm gone on the train that I left on.
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
If that train runs right I'll be home tomorrow night.
Lord, I'm nine hundred miles from my home.

Fiddle

I used to have a woman; she would walk and talk with me.
Now she's just setting on some other rounder's knee.
She's done told him what she won't tell me,
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow.

You can count the days I'm gone on the train that I left on.
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
If that train runs right I'll be home tomorrow night.
Lord, I'm nine hundred miles from my home.

Fiddle

I went down to the depot, Lord, not many days ago,
Got on that train and the train went a-flyin'.
I looked back behind and my baby was a-cryin',
And he's gone and left me alone.

You can count the days I'm gone on the train that I left on.
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
If that train runs right, she'll see John tomorrow night.
Lord, I'm nine hundred miles away from my home.