If you miss the train I’m on
Please just dial up 911
You can hear the whistle blow
A hundred miles
Lord I’m one, Lord I’m two, Lord I’m three
Lord I’m four, Lord I’m five
Hundred miles away from home
Not a penny to my name
Looks like that remains the same
My boss can hear the whistle blow
A hundred miles
Three days in Jail for my ride
I made the news but lost my pride
I can hear the whistle blow
A hundred miles
So now just how do I get home
I am afraid to use my phone
I can hear the whistle blow
A hundred miles
My legs are worn my feet are tired
I hope that I do not get fired
I’ll just have to keep a walkin’
A hundred miles
Copyright 2011 Patrick Granfors
How romantic– hopping a train!”
Ron
Chip Bergeron
Mark
Christine