Silver Eagle Express - Kinky Friedman

And I’d ride the Silver Eagle to the last town on the line

Railroad ties are not my friend the only ties that bind

Just watch the troubled countryside gently fall away

Silver Eagle, hold me, guide me, roll me homeward from today

Lose the track of time and let it flow back

Stoke the ancient furnace into flames

Running barefoot in the cinders of the moat pack

Hoppin' bedtime rides with the outlaw Jesse James

But now my heart’s a worn and weary vessel

I been haulin' dreams that never seem to last

Once I slept beside a trembling trestle

Woke up lost across the rusty lifelines to the past

And I’d ride the Silver Eagle to the last town on the line

Railroad ties are not my friend the only ties that bind

Just watch the troubled countryside gently fall away

Silver Eagle, hold me, guide me, roll me homeward from today

Freedom’s only station to station

A paper suitcase on the track of time

Ain’t hard to tell a hard luck situation

Ain’t hard to tell a homeless country poet out of rhyme

I’m gonna ride the Silver Eagle to the last town on the line

There’s nothing to remember if there’s nothing to remind

From the gentle Texas sunshine to the Colorado snow

Ain’t no one here to hold you, boy, when the good Lord lets you go