Golden Rocket

From old Montana down to Alabama I’ve been before and I’ll travel again
You triflin’ women can’t keep a good man down
Well, you dealt the cards, but you missed the play
Now hit the road and be on your way
I’m gonna board the Golden Rocket and leave this town

I was a good engine a-runnin’ on time but Baby, I’m a-switching to another line
So Honey, never hang your signal out for me
I’m tired of runnin’ on the same old track
I bought a one-way ticket and I won’t be back
I’m gonna board the Golden Rocket and leave this town

Hear that lonesome whistle blow; well, that’s your cue and by now you know
That I got another true love waitin’ in Tennessee
That Midnight Special was burnin’ the rail
So Honey don’t try to follow my trail
I’m gonna board the Golden Rocket’s and leave this town

Hear that thunder on through the night; this Golden Rocket is a-doin’ me right
And that sunny old Southland sure is a part of me
Now from your call-board, erase my name
You’re done foulin’ out, you done lost your flame
On the Golden Rocket that rolled my blues away

That old conductor, he seemed to know that you done me wrong, I was feelin’ low
Then he yelled aloud, ”We’re over that Dixon Line”
As the brakeman started singing a song
Said, “ You’re worried now, but it won’t be long”
Of the Golden Rocket that left my blues behind

Then the porter called with his Southern drawl, “Let’s rise and shine, good mornin’, you-all”
Then I sprang to my feet to greet the new-born day
As I kissed my baby at the station door
That whistle blew like it never before
On the Golden Rocket that rolled my blues away