FIVE HUNDRED MILES Mary, Peter & Gabriel
* If you miss the train I’m on,
you will know that I’m gone,
you can hear the whistle blow,
a hundred miles... a hundred miles,
a hundred miles, a hundred miles,
A hundred miles, you can hear the
whistle blow a hundred miles.
Lord…I’m one…..Lord I’m three
Lord I’m four Lord I’m five hundred miles,
away from home... away from home,
Away from home, away from home.
Lord I’m five hundred miles,
away from home.
Nor a short on my bag,
Not a penny to my name.
Lord I can’t go back home this away...
This away, this away, this away, this away.
Lord I can’t go back home this away
( repeat to * )
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