Boxcars Rolling Far From Home (Larry W Jones 02/03/2020) (song #7668)
With raindrops coming through the cracks and teardrops on my sack
This old boxcar’s the only thing I call my own
My heart’s always pining while that locomotive’s whining
Pulling a hundred boxcars rolling far from home
I had a love who was Texan with a fine complexion
But her love words I could not be dependent on
Now this old train ain’t warm but it keeps my poor heart from harm
Pulling a hundred boxcars rolling far from home
(Instrumental)
I ain’t one for nitpicking as steel wheels keep on clicking
Hopping boxcars keeps me busy just hanging on
Warm tears sometimes get me choking as that stack is smoking
Pulling a hundred boxcars rolling far from home
Down to my last bottle as he opens up the throttle
These old rails will take me to where I’ve never gone
My mind is full of worry but this train’s in no hurry
Pulling a hundred boxcars rolling far from home
These old rails will take me to where I’ve never gone
Pulling a hundred boxcars rolling far from home
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