From old Montana down to Alabam'
I've been before and I'll travel again
You triflin' women can't keep a good man down
Gonna board the Golden Rocket and leave this town
So hit the road and be on your way
You dealt the cards, but you missed the play I was a good engine aBut baby I'm switchin' to another line
So honey never hang your signal out for me
Bought a oneThis Golden Rocket's gonna roll my blues away
I'm tired of runnin' on the same old track Hear that lonesome whistle blow
That I got another true lover waitin' in Tennessee
That's your cue and by now you know
This Midnight Special's aSo woman don't try to follow my trail
This Golden Rocket's gonna roll my blues away Hear her thunder on through the night
This Golden Rocket is aAnd that sunny old Southland sure is a part of me
Now from your callYour fire went out, you done lost your flame
And this Golden Rocket is a
That old conductor, he seemed to know
You'd done me wrong, I was feelin' low
The brakeman started singing a song
For he yelled aloud, we're over that Dixon Line
Said you're worried now, but it won't be long
Let's rise and shine good mornin' you all This Golden Rocket is leavin' your blues behind
Then the porter yelled with his southern drawl
When I kissed my baby in the station door
And I sprang to my feet to greet the newborn day
That whistle blew like it never before
On the Golden Rocket that rolled my blues away.
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