Old Santa Fe

The rain beats hard on the boxcar
The tracks are foggy tonight
I don’t know where I’m going or where I’ve been
Looking for a place I can hide
Looking for a place to run and hide

I left home when I was just 14
Never thought I’d ever settle down
Home is just an imaginary thing
I never Felt at home there anyhow
I never felt at home there anyhow

CHO
Engineer can you take me where I’ll never be blue
I’ve lived a life of hard times and dreams that didn’t come true
Can you roll a little farther, can I bum just one more day
Let me draw my last breath on the old Santa Fe
Let me draw my last breath on the old Santa Fe

Some folks were born to wander
I wonder if I ever found my way
Each setting sun serves as a reminder
I’ll be at rest on my final judgment day
I’ll be at rest on my final judgment day