Letras
I grew up listening to the rhythm of a train
Still hear the whistle blowing lonesome in my brain
Call me a rambler but the highway ain't my home
Show me a boxcar, let me rest my weary bones
I can hear the engine whine
And the rusty wheels rattle down the line
Hear that whistle moan and wail
See the boxcars dancing in my mind
To the rhythm of the rail
Steam engine pulling, black smoke pouring from the stack
Gone like the lover that ain't ever coming back
Still see her smiling, waving, standing by the door
Down at the station that ain't even there no more
I can hear the engine whine
And the rusty wheels rattle down the line
Hear that whistle moan and wail
See the boxcars dancing in my mind
To the rhythm of the rail
I can hear the engine whine
And the rusty wheels rattle down the line
Hear that whistle moan and wail
See the boxcars dancing in my mind
To the rhythm of the rail
I grew up listening to the rhythm of a train
Still hear the whistle blowing lonesome in my brain