500 Miles

Rosanne Cash · The List [2009]

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, one hundred miles

You can hear the whistle blow, a hundred miles



Teardrops fell on momma's note

When I read the things she wrote

She said "we miss you hon', we love you

Come on home"



Well I didn't have to pack

I had it all right on my back

Now I'm five hundred miles away from home



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



All these years and all these roads

Never led me back to you

I'm always five hundred miles away from home

Away from home, away home

Always out here on my own

I'm still five hundred miles away from home

I'm still five hundred miles away from home