This Railroad Line Lyrics

Hey, won't you stop that freight train

I'm fixing to get on that railroad line

With nothing' on my back but this old guitar and a bottle of wine

You see I'm tired of hunting bigger game

I got to find myself and forget my name

And start to unravel this ball of twine

Getting on that railroad line

Hey, won't you stop that greyhound

I'm gonna ride that dog out through the misty night

You can tell all my girlfriends and my buddies that I'll be sure to write

You see I've got to make this rendezvous

With a three-eyed man whose been split in two

And his four-foot friend with the hat and the perfect bite

Riding out through the misty night

Now I ain't no preacher man

But I guess that I could tell you what he knows

That the lord ain't saving stocks and bonds or commodities, no sir

He's saving souls

And this soul of mine ain't never held a gun

Never clenched a fist, never killed no one

Never changed into another suit of birthday clothes

Guess I could tell you what he knows

So won't you stop that freight train

I'm fixing to get on that railroad line

With nothing on my back but this old guitar and a bottle of wine

You see I'm tired of hunting bigger game

I got to find myself and forget my name

And start to unravel this ball of twine

Getting on that railroad line