Golden rocket
From old Montana down to Alabam I've been before, and I'll rtavel again Your triflin' women can't keep a good man down You dealt the cards, but you missed a play Now hgit the road, and be on your way I'm gonna board the golden rocket and leave this town I was a good engine a-running on time But, baby, I'm switchin' to another line So, honey, never hang your signal out for me I'm tired of running on the same old track Bought a one-way ticket and I won't be back This golden rocket's gonna roll my blues away Hear that lonesome whistle blow That's your cue, and by now you know That I got another true love a-waitin' in Tennessee This midnight special's a-burnin' the rail So, woman, don't try to follow my trail This bolden rocket's a-rollin' my blues away That old conductor, he seemed to know That you done me wrong, I was feelin' low For he yelled alound, "We're over that Dixon line" The brekeman started singin' a song Said "You're worried now, but it won't be long" This gold rocket is leavin' your blues behind Then the porter yelled, with his southern drawl "Let's rise and shine, good mornin' ya all" And I sprang to my feet to greet the new born day As I kissed my baby in the station door That whistle blew like it never did before Of the golden rocket that rolled my blues away