Lyrics:
to you
I need you right away, ay, ay"
And now I got to hop a freight
Back to the farm and all
I've got to be
Sweet Mary I'm coming home
Coming home
to you
I need you right away, ay, ay"
And now I got to hop a freight
Back to the farm and all
I've got to be
Sweet Mary I'm coming home
Coming home
When I was hoppin' freights and
Makin' payments on the farm
Here between the angels and the deep blue sea
You were runnin', laughin'
Growin'
every day
With blue collars on the line
On the highway drivin' those freight liners
On the farm, or flippin' burgers in a diner
Through the window you
the summer, worked on this farm
Had to take Christmas in my overalls.
She's gone, but I don't worry,
I'm sittin' on top of the world.
Going down
the summer, worked on this farm
Had to take Christmas in my overalls.
She's gone, but I don't worry,
I'm sittin' on top of the world.
Going down
My daddy was an honest man just a red dirt Georgia farm boy
My mama spent her young life raisin' kids and bailin' hay
Now I was just fifteen when I
My daddy was an honest man, just a redneck Georgia farm boy
My momma spent her short life, raisin' kids and bailin' hay
And I was just fifteen when
Tulare dust in a farm boy's nose
Wondering where the freight train goes
Standin' in the field by the railroad track
Cursin' this strap on my
to wander
He jumped a freight in Waycross and wound up in L.A.
The cold nights had no pity on that Waycross Georgia farm boy
Most days he went
to wander
He hopped a freight in Waycross, wound up in L.A.
Lord, the cold nights had no pity on a Waycross Georgia farm boy
Most days he went hungry,
and an ache inside to wander
So he hopped a freight in Waycross and wound up in L.A.
Lord, the cold nights had no pity on a Waycross, Georgia farm boy
Most
and an ache inside to wander
So he hop a freight at Waycross and wound up in L.A.
Well the cold nights had no pity on that Waycross Georgia farm boy
Most days
and an ache inside to wander
So he hopped a freight in Way cross and wound up in L.A.
Lord, the cold nights had no pity on a Way cross, Georgia farm boy
that dust came barreling down
Like A Thousand Freight Trains, it buried the town
And when it passed our tiny farm
No one dead, no one harmed
We worked
Now freight train keeps rolling and leaves a riding to be
There's folks in Natchez that I'm longing to see
The wide cotton's growing
the summer worked on a farm
Had to take Christmas in my overalls
And now he gone and I don't worry, child
Because I'm sittin' on top of the world
Going
My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm
Before the Motor Law
And now on Sundays, I elude the eyes
My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm
Before the Motor Law
And now on Sundays, I elude the eyes
Joy Joy Joy, please let me be your boy
Your running through my mind
Like a freight train down the line
I wanna take your hand
And be your lovin man
thirteen plowing sand
Then the farm blowed off to Kansas and daddy said you are a man
Darkness chased the daylight as the sun came crashin down
Cross
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulled out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no
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