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Well I gave all my money to the banker this month |
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Now I got no more money to spend |
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She smiled when she saw me comin' through that door |
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When I left she said, "Come back again." |
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I watched them lonesome boxcar wheels |
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Turnin' down the tracks out of town |
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And it's on that lonesome railroad track |
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I'm gonna lay my burden down. |
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I was raised on a farm the first years of my life |
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Life was pretty good they say |
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I'll probably live to be some ripe ol' age |
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If death'll stay out of my way |
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This world can take my money and time |
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But it sure can't take my soul |
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I'm goin' down to the railroad tracks |
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Watch them lonesome boxcars roll |
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There's some big ol' Buicks at the Baptist church |
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Caddilacs at the Church of Christ |
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I parked my camel by an ol' haystack |
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I'll be lookin for that needle all night |
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There ain't gonna be no radial tires |
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Turnin' down the streets of gold |
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I'm goin down to the railroad tracks |
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And watch them lonesome boxcars roll |
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Now if you ever heard the whistle on a fast freight train |
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Beatin' out a beautiful tune |
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If you ever seen the cold blue railroad tracks |
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Shinin' by the light of the moon |
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If you ever felt the locomotive shake the ground |
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I know you don't have to be told |
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Why I'm goin down to the railroad tracks |
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And watch them lonesome boxcars roll. |
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Yeah, I'm goin down to the railroad tracks |
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Watch them lonesome boxcars roll |
