Betting On Trains (Live)

Someone's waving

Someone's counting

Someone's leaving

There's fifty dollars on this pony

Chase him down these tracks

Well, won't nobody take my business

I'll teach you how to come back

I saw one hundred miles of steel over wood

And let him go

I filled my pockets up with coal black with mud

And let him go

I'll throw my hat off when I beat you

Find it when you're gone

There's a straw and cotton around the station

I'll make myself a new one

I held a silver dollar tight inside my fist

And let you go

I've counted all the things I've lost, that point to this

And let you go

The whistle's sounding

You are leaving

I am counting