Boxcar

I’m like an eagle, I like to fly high
I’m like a snake, I like to lay low
I’m like a black man, I’m like a white man
Maybe a red man, I don’t know
I’m just a passenger on this old freight train
I ride a boxcar through the night
It doesn’t matter where I might get off
It doesn’t matter where I light
When the coastline is under water
And the desert line is under dust
And the mountain line is closed forever
In the great spirit I place my trust
I’m just a passenger on this old freight train
I ride a boxcar through the night
It doesn’t matter where I might get off
It doesn’t matter where I light