When I'm a hundred miles from home, Another hundred have to roam, When many a night and many a day I know I'll have to be away, I wish the man whose job it is To call the trains one call of his Would please omit: Oh, yell and shout But, Mister, leave my home town out. For here I am, all set to go Where duty calls, but longing so For wife and children left behind. And then some caller most unkind A train announces, and the track, The very train to take me back! O Mister Caller, on my knees I ask you, skip my home town, please! Some night I know I'll fall from grace: All started for some other place, Some place a fellow has to roam, I'll turn around and hurry home. Some day that man that train will call And I will drop my grips and all And run and catch it if I can -- And who's to blame? That depot man. |