Driving down to an open crest.
Train cars rolling, half mile ahead.
Passing burr oak, out to farm field.
Soon to find your road of steel.
Out truck window, from my cabin,
Diesel churning, there you work.
Steady to the river rapids.
Glide atop your rail bridgework.
Pull that woven cargo load-
Going where, I'd like to know.
Pull that woven cargo load-
Hitch a ride, I'd like to go.
Short your whistle on the side rail,
While you wait a south-bound by.
Snort blue-gray smoke, tighten couplings.
Soon to make your box cars fly.
Light my crossing, drill your horn.
Press bright rails pinned to the ground.
Covered gondolas; open hoppers.
Why I keep on com'in round.
Pull that woven cargo load-
Going where, I'd like to know.
Pull that woven cargo load-
Hitch a ride, I'd like to go.
Stroll from city, out to country.
Cut your landscape through the hollow.
Shining beacon; spent fuel rising.
Grinding wheel and bearing follow.
And I'm wanting your raw power.
Need that potion from your breast.
Buy a bottle, then start sipping.
Douse it on when getting dressed.
Born to lead; your minted life.
Not one emotion or regret.
No miscues to gnaw internal-
Like some human, need forget.
And I'm wanting your raw power.
Need that potion from your breast.
Buy a bottle, then start sipping.
Douse it on when getting dressed.
Aw but man, I ask a train now.
Piece of steel is just the same.
Still I search for you on road days-
To watch you pull is my octane.
Pull that woven cargo load-
Going where, I'd like to know.
Pull that woven cargo load-
Hitch a ride, I'd like to go.
Like a soulmate, like a train now.
Like a needful company.
Soothing rhythm, rolling cars now.
My lone partner; your country.
Going where you always go now.
Going where, I need to go.
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