I dressed up as a good man
I charmed with all my might
I made you my girlfriend
I made you my wife
Then got ourselves a little place
And I woke up to find
A rolling iron boxcar
That was taking me down the line…

Yeah, I'm carrying a lot of postcards
I'm going west a while
Through the fields of rusty train yards
Till the rails run out of miles
Till they put me on the Westbound
Singing sweetly over me
Your sound of being rebound
And the rails will trouble me…

Got her sound in the distance
And the sound of running is always on my feet…
Got her sound in the distance
And the sound of running is always racing me…

We’ll passed some folks that never moved
Though they're running every one
And me I'll run the mainlines until my racing's done
Till they put me on Westbound
Singing sweetly over me
Your sound of being rebound
And the rails will trouble me…
Got her sound in the distance
And the sound of running is always on my feet…
Got her sound in the distance
And the sound of running is always racing me…

Got her sound in the distance
And the sound of running is always on my feet…
Got her sound in the distance
And the sound of running is always racing me…