I can hear the whistle blowin'
High lonesome as can be
Tonight the rain is softly fallin'
And it's fallin' just for me

Looking back along the road I've traveled
The miles could tell a million tales
Each year is like some rolling freight train
Cold as starlight on the rails

A man who lives out on the highway
He's like a clock that can't tell time
A man who spends his life just ramblin'
Is like a song without a rhyme
I think about my home and family
My house and all the things that mean
The black smoke trailin' out behind me
Is like a string of broken dreams

Looking back along the road I've traveled
The miles could tell a million tales
Each year is like some rolling freight train
Cold as starlight on the rails

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