Dixie Flyer

(альбом: Country Club - 1989)

Well the first thing I remember
Was the smell of burning cinders
And the sound of that old whistle on the wind
I always wondered where the train was going
But I never cared at all where it had been.

Yeah, the first chance I got I was gone like a shot
Followin that old dream of mine
My only desire was to, catch that flyer
And ride it to the end of the line.

[Chorus:]
My life is like a Dixie Flyer
She don't ever look back
So pour on the coal
Let the good times roll
Till the train runs out of track.

[Instrumental]

Full speed ahead, no I ain't stopping yet
I feel that driving wheel down in my soul
I been some places where the train don't stop
Some places where the train don't even go.

Yeah, some are satisfied just to sit on the side
And watch as the trains roll by
That ain't me, there's too much to see
Gonna roll until the day that I die.

[Chorus:]
My life is like a Dixie Flyer
She don't ever look back
So pour on the coal
Let the good times roll
Till the train runs out of track.

Till the train runs out of track.
Yeah, Till the train runs out of track..

[Long Instrumental to fade]