You can count the days I'm gone,
Tell the train that I leave on,
You can hear the whistle blow
   a hundred miles.

My baby said so,
I will railroad no more.
I will sidetrack my engine and go home.

If the train it runs right,
I'll be home tolorrow night,
Lord, I'm nine hundred miles
   from my home.

I will pawn you my watch,
And I will pawn you my chain,
And I will pawn you 
   my gold diamond ring.

If that won't be enough,
Get my baby out of jail,
I'll pawn you my wagon and my team.