Rails Awakened

Packed my satchel before the sun came tall

Met three strangers leaning by the timber wall

We traded rolling papers and a thermos of brew

Counting down the miles on track forty-two

Iron rails singing in the morning dew (yeah)

Bound for the valleys,

bound for the plains

Bound together on the rolling trains

Every town behind us,

every friend ahead

Sharing out the whiskey and the fresh-baked bread

Someone struck a chord on an old six-string

Got the whole wood-paneled coach to sing

Clattering across the river wide and clear

Left our heavy troubles in another year

Nothing but the whistle in my

ear

Bound for the valleys,

bound for the plains

Bound together on the rolling trains

Every town behind us,

every friend ahead

Sharing out the whiskey and the fresh-baked

bread (sing it out)

Cinders floating past the open door

Footsteps tapping on the cabin floor

We were wandering souls an hour ago

Now we're running where the timber rivers flow

Bound for the valleys,

bound for the plains

Bound together on the rolling trains

Every town behind us,

every friend ahead

Sharing out the whiskey and the fresh-baked bread

Rolling right on through the plains...

Keep that steam up,

brother. (hahaha)