Текст песни Hooters, The - 500 Miles

If you miss the train Iґm on, you will know that I am gone,you can hear the whistle blow, one hundred miles,one hundred miles, one hundred miles,one hundred miles, one hundred miles,you can hear the whistle blow, one hundred milesNot a shirt on my back, not a Penny to my name,and the land that I was carved was not my own,Lord Iґm one, Lord Iґm two,Lord Iґm three, Lord Iґm four,Lord Iґm five hundred miles away from homeA hundred takes along the square, one man stands and stops then there,some day soon a tide of turn and Iґll be free,Iґll be free, Iґll be free,Iґll come home to my country,some day soon a tide of turn and Iґll be freeIf you miss the train Iґm on, you will know that I am gone,you can hear the whistle blow, one hundred miles,Lord Iґm one, Lord Iґm two,Lord Iґm three, Lord Iґm four,Lord Iґm five hundred miles away from home