Another Day, Another Town

(albüm: Croce - 1969)

My dusty feet have kicked the stones
Between a thousand railroad ties
From Boston down to New Orleans
I left the girls a-crying
But I've still got some rambling in me
Got some miles left on my shoes
And before I take a job again
I'll have to be low-down
Crying the blues

So it's goodbye baby
The whistle is a-blowing
If I miss the train
I'll have to stay around
But as long as those railroad tracks
Go on un-ending
I'll be off to another day
In another town

You say you'd like to ramble with me
This ain't no life for a girl
Too many people out to get you
In a hobo's world
And it gets mighty cold
When you're on the road
'Cause a boxcar never was a home
But you could join me if you want
I'm getting mighty tired of being alone

So it's goodbye baby
The whistle is a-blowing
If we miss the train
We'll have to stay around
But as long as those railroad tracks
Go on un-ending
We'll be off to another day
In another town

But as long as those railroad tracks
Go on un-ending
We'll be off to another day
In another town
We'll be off to another day
In another town