I’m walking down that narrow Tennessee track, moonlight shinin’ off my back. I feel that girl still messin’ with my head. The tracks look wet just like they’ve bled. I’m leaving late and slow; then I hear that whistle blow God gave me this train to ride; roll me over to the other side. I’m feeling low, movin’ through the night, but crossing...Learn More

I tried to settle down in the Smokies, but the kudzu and the women kept trying to choke me. San Antone weren’t no better, but it had more booze. I thought, “Hell, money is all I got left to lose.” I tried to milk it slow but it went away fast. It’s always time to go; the good times never last. But for all I know there’s a whole lot more waiting in...Learn More