Well, yeah, yeah, yeah, One of these mornings, it won't be long Captain's gonna call and I'll be gone I'll be nine hundred miles away from home You can count the days I'm gone You can tell the train I'm on You can hear the whistle blow as she rolls by She rolls by, she rolls by Hear the whistle blow as she rolls by My olden shoes are worn My olden clothes are torn And I hate to go home now this-a-way This-a-way, this-a-way Hate to go home this-a-way Well, if my Mama she says so, I'll railroad no more I'll side-track my train and go home And go home, and go home Side-track my train and go home If I die a Railroad Man I wanna be buried in the sand So I can hear old No. 9 as she rolls by She rolls by, she rolls by Hear old No. 9 as she rolls by