Big Trains

All aboard

Well, it's hard luck living in an old saloon

I'm thought around town as a crazy loon

Overseeing patchwork, three pretty daughters

And connecting all the county lines

And you don't wanna push me, 'cause I stand at 6 foot 4

And I don't like losing bets or point of view

You might curse me for the restless road

I'm sailing on, so go

You might revel an opinion

Bring up fire from below

But instead of sacking groceries at the local country store

I'm driving big trains down in Arkansas

Driving big trains down in Arkansas

Well, the Rock Island Line bakes all my bread

Sent my kids to school, and it kept 'em fed

Pays for the shack that's over my head

But I'd swear it's haunted as hell

And my railroad bull's and old hound dog

I swear he's my only friend

And he moans the blues every time I ring the bell

And I don't believe in superstition

But I got my lucky charms

I ain't on no kind of mission

With these ashes on my arms

And I don't mean to wake you, but I'm sounding the alarm

I'm driving big trains down in Arkansas

Driving big trains down in Arkansas

Well, it's harvest in the Delta

And I think they need a haul

You always tell me you miss me

I don't think you do at all

There's no supper on the stovetop

And I'm running awful slow

Oh, when you love a railroad man

He's always bound to go

And if you can't shut your nagging mouth from always saying so

I'm driving big trains down in Arkansas

Driving big trains down in Arkansas

Now, baby, one more time

Driving big trains

Down in Arkansas