If you miss the train I'm on, then 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 mama'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 500 miles away from home

Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four
Lord I'm 500 miles away from my home

All these years and all these roads  never lead me back to you
I'm always 500 miles away from home

Away from home, away from home, always out here on my own
I'm still 500 miles away from home
I'm still 500 miles away from home