石原裕次郎 - 500 MILES

If you miss the train I'm on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow
A handred miles, a handred miles
A handred miles, a handred miles
A handred miles.
You can hear the whistle blow
A handred miles.

いつかどこか　見知らぬ町で
想い出すのさ　昔を
いつか　どこか　見知らぬ誰れか
同じ心が　触れ合う

Lord, I'm one, Lord, I'm two
Lord, I'm three, Lord, I'm four
Lord, I'm five handred miles
From my home