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I know every train
that passes this way
Where they’re goin’
how long the delays
Where to run
and where to hide
so the bulls don’t catch me
when I catch a ride, yeah.
I’ve got a little shack,
off that cold steel track
A place to sleep
an’ a fire out the back
I can hide it
so you can’t see a thing
an’ it keeps me dry
and out of the rain
I like to go fishin’
and play my guitar
Drink my whiskey
from a Mason jar
Ain’t no place
I would rather be
It seems to be a
pretty good life to me
If you see Wallace
tell him I’m doin’ fine
Just a little up
on that L&N line
Summer’s over, Lord,
Lord it’s gettin’ late
Believe it’s time for me
to hop another freight
I know every train
that passes this way
Where they’re goin’
how long the delays
Where to run
and where to hide
so the bulls don’t catch me
when I catch a ride, yeah.
The lap steel on this was the first part that I wrote. It just had a train feeling to me with the rhythm of the tracks, clackity clack. I, admittedly, have only ridden a short distance by rail but I have known a few actual hobos and rail riders. The words are a culmination of stories told to me and a bit of my own imagination.
