I can hear the whistle blowin' I am lonesome as can be
Tonight the rain is saftly fallin' and it's fallin' just for me
Looking back along the road I travel the miles could tell a million tales
Each year is like some rolling freight train cold as starlight on the rails
[ harmonica ]
A man who lives out on the highway he's like a flock that can't tell time
A man who spends his life just rambling is like a song without a rhyme
I think about my home and family my house and all the things that mean
The black smoke trailin' out behind me is like a string of broken dreams
Looking back along....
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