From old Montana down to Alabam Ive been before and Ill travel again You triflin women cant keep a good man down You dealt the cards but you missed a play So hit the road and be on your way Gonna board the Golden Rocket and leave this town I was a good engine a runnin on time But baby Im switchin to another line So honey never hang your signal out for me Im tired of runnin on the same old track Bought a one way ticket and I wont be back This Golden Rockets gonna roll my blues away Break guitar Hear that lonesome whistle blow Thats your cue and by now you know That I got another true love waitin in Tennessee That midnight special is burnin the rail So woman dont try to follow my tail This Golden Rockets gonna roll my blues away Hear her thunder run through the night That Golden Rocket is doin me right And that sunny old southland sure is a part of me Now from your call board erase my name Your fire went out you done lost your flame And this Golden Rocket is rollin my blues away Break fiddle That old conductor he seemed to know You done me wrong I was feelin low For he yelled aloud were over that Dixon Line The brakeman started singin a song Said youre worried now but it wont be long This Golden Rocket is leavin your blues behind Break guitar Then the porter yelled with his southern drawl Lets rise and shine good mornin yall And I sprang to my feet to greet the new born day When I kissed my baby at the station door The whistle blew like it never before On the Golden Rocket that rolled my blues away
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