Bringing me down. I'm running aground. Blind in the light of the interstate cars. Passing me by. The buses and semis. Plunging like stones from a slingshot on Mars.
Seems like I've been here before,. Fuzzy then and still so obscure, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.. And I don't want to see anybody cry,. Meet me some mornin' in the sweet by and by, by and by, by and by..
Well my mama told me, my papa told me too. Now my mama told me, papa told me too. Well I shouldn't be here tryin' to sing these railroad blues. . Wish I had listened what my mama said.