can't go back home this a-way

If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am 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 two, lord I'm three, lord I'm four
Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home.

--500 miles, Traditional folk song






Moral of the story: You can sorta-calypso damn near any song.
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