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I'll be home by tomorrow night
Lord I'm 900 miles from my home
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that lonesome whistle blow
Well this train I ride on
is a hundred coaches long
You can hear the whistle blow
a hundred miles
Well I pawn you my watch
And I pawn you my chain
I'll leaving on you my gold diamond ring
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