Woke up today, with
nothin' much to say -
went down to the station, to
watch them trains head out 'cross the nation -
with a cup of joe black, sat
a spell on a cold railroad track -
had a long slow smoke
and watched it roll... thinkin'
them old rattlers
sure got alot of soul.
The lonesome sound of an empty boxcar
came floatin' in on an airwave,
singin' my blues down
into their own dark grave -
it put a smile
upon my face,
lifted me up
to a better place -
made up my mind
not to think it over twice,
life is just the way it is
and everything's gonna be alright -
Sittin' down here alone
at the railroad yard,
I come to the conclusion:
livin' really doesn't need to be
so damn hard.
Smoky Hoss
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