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....