I hear the train are coming, it's rolling around the bend. I ain't seen the sun shines in, I don't know when but I'm stuck in the full sun frizzin' and time keeps dragging, no. But that train keeps the rolling, no down to sand and toe. When I was just a baby, mama told me some, always be a good boy, don't ever play with gun, but I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die. When I hear that lo and some whistle, I lay my head in a cry. I bit the rich folkie and then a fancy dining car, probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars, but I know I had it coming, I know I can be free. But those people keep moving and that's the torture. Well, they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine, probably move it a little closer down the line, oh, far from full sun frizzin' that's where I want to stay. And I let that know some whistle, oh, my blue, oh, way. you