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Five hundred miles

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If you [Gm]miss the train I'm [Bb]on   
you will [Cm]know that I'm [Eb]gone   
You can [F]hear the wistle [Eb]blow a hundred [F]miles
A hundred [Gm]miles, a hundred [Bb]miles
A hundred [Cm]miles, a hundred [Eb]miles,
You can [F]hear the wistle [Eb]blow a hundred [Gm]miles

[F]    [Gm]    [F]    
Not a [Gm]shirt on my [Bb]back   
not a [Cm]penny on to my [Eb]name   
And the [F]land that I once [Eb]loved was not my [F]own  
Lord, I'm [Gm]one, Lord, I'm [Bb]two,   
Lord, I'm [Cm]three, Lord, I'm [Eb]four,
Lord, I'm [F]five hundred [Eb]miles away from [Gm]home   

[F]    [Gm]    [F]    
[Gm]    [Bb]    [Cm]    [Eb]    [F]    [Eb]    [F]    
[Gm]    [Bb]    [Cm]    [Eb]    [F]    [Eb]    [Gm]    
[F]    [Gm]    [F]    
A hundred [Gm]tanks along the [Bb]square,
one man [Cm]stands and stops them [Eb]there
someday [F]soon the tide will [Eb]turn and I'll be [F]free
I'll be [Gm]free, I'll be [Bb]free   
I'll come [Cm]home to my coun[Eb]try   
someday [F]soon the tide will [Eb]turn and I'll be [Gm]free   

[F]    [Gm]    [F]    
If you [Gm]miss the train I'm [Bb]on   
you will [Cm]know that I'm [Eb]gone   
You can [F]hear the wistle [Eb]blow a hundred [F]miles
Lord, I'm [Gm]one, Lord, I'm [Bb]two,   
Lord, I'm [Cm]three, Lord, I'm [Eb]four,
Lord, I'm [F]five hundred [Eb]miles away from [Gm]home   

[F]    [Gm]    [F]    
Lord, I'm [Gm]five hundred [F]miles away from [Gm]home [F]    

[Gm]    [Bb]    [Cm]    [Eb]    
[F]    [Eb]    [F]    
I'll be [Gm]free, I'll be [Bb]free   
I'll come [Cm]home to my coun[Eb]try   
Lord, I'm [F]five hundred [Eb]miles away from [Gm]home   
[F]    [Gm]    [F]    [Gm]    




If you miss the train I'm on
you will know that I'm gone
You can hear the wistle blow a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles,
You can hear the wistle blow a hundred miles


Not a shirt on my back
not a penny on to my name
And the land that I once loved was not my own
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





A hundred tanks along the square,
one man stands and stops them there
someday soon the tide will turn and I'll be free
I'll be free, I'll be free
I'll come home to my country
someday soon the tide will turn and I'll be free


If you miss the train I'm on
you will know that I'm gone
You can hear the wistle 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


Lord, I'm five hundred miles away from home



I'll be free, I'll be free
I'll come home to my country
Lord, I'm five hundred miles away from home

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