I left one night, I heard the whistle blow,
I jumped a freight, I knew I had to go,
Never did you think I would really leave,
Nothing could I do to make you believe.

I've been riding these rails so very long,
Wondering In my heart was I right or wrong,
I know you'll miss me for many a day,
Never did you hear what I had to say.

I made my move, there's no turning back,
I'm destined to stay on this dirty old track,
I'll ride these rails where they may lead,
On a train to nowhere, maybe now you'll believe.

Ron Hall©
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