Ride the Rails

There’s something about them old black trains
They lift me up when no one else can
I like to hear ‘em truckin' through the wild country and the open blue
I would have been an old cowboy, I would have dressed in black
I would have stood with James and Kid, while they were blocking off the tracks
I would of put all those bricks into those empty sacks
And given all the people, the whole mess back
I wanna ride the rails
I wanna ride the rails
I wanna ride the rails
Oh every day and night I’ll ride them right
Pick me up on another wind, one that blows from the bold my friend,
I was taken in by the heart of a southern dream, I’ll be taken in soon as it
can pump that steam
Everyday when I was young I’d be running by
Eye to eye, side by side
I wanna ride the rails
I wanna ride the rails
I wanna ride the rails
From East Omaha to Council Bluffs in the hot black night
There’s something about them old black trains, they lift me up when no one else
can
I like to hear them truckin' though that deep old country where the rivers run
through
Every time when I would ride at night
I look up to my favorite sight, orange skies ahead
I wanna ride the rails
I wanna ride the rails
I wanna ride the rails
I wanna ride the rails