Rolling boxcars
Made a big impression on you
200 rolling acres
Singin’ them shape note blues

Swinging high and rolling low
Doesn’t much matter which way we go
Outbound train moving fast and slow away
Hey…

Heaven’s angels
Are they ridin’ shotgun with you?
Welcome strangers
Sitting at a table for two

People come places go
Only one sure thing that I know
If the train’s sold out
You gotta stow away
Hey…

You can ride with me
Far and wide and free…

Sketching familiar faces on the barn
Whitewashed by the dawn…
Against the grain leave the edges wild
Come now child
Rolling boxcars
Made a big impression on you
200 rolling acres
Singin’ them shape note blues