Lyrics
Got that iron beneath my feet
That rhythm in my head
No cotton sheets on easy street
Got a boxcar for my bed
I'm gonna ride that freight train ‘til I’m dead
The railroad bulls are friends of mine
The smokestacks smell like home
And until I hop a suicide ride
These crossties are my bones
I’m gonna ride that freight train ‘til I’m gone
I don’t know but I’ve been told
That freight train, she don’t grow old
I don’t know but I’ve been told
That freight train, she don’t grow old
There’s still a train upon that track
Still water in that well
Still answers in your almanac
And histories to tell
I’m gonna ride that freight train straight to hell