Woke up this mornin', about around a six o'clock.
Fell out of bed, and got into my pick up truck.
*chorus*
But now I'm on the train, heading down south,
moving towards the river's mouth.
Running and a burning, blowing and a churnin',
heading down the straight line tracks.
*verse*
I'm on train sixty seven, heading down track 99.
The trainman's a calling, says he's got a lot on his mind.
*chorus*
*verse*
I know what I'm doing, and I know probably it ain't right.
But now I'm on the train, heading down south tonight.
*chorus 2*
Now I'm on the train, heading down south, moving towards the river's mouth.
Looking for adventure, seeking out my pleasures, I'm busting for a way to escape.
*verse*
Well there's no turning back, and I know that it might seem insane.
The trainman's a calling, says I've got a lot to explain.
