Golden Rocket

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From old Montana down to Alabam’
I’ve been before and I’ll travel again
Your triflin’ women can’t keep a good man down
You dealt the cards but you missed a 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-running on time
But baby I’m switchin’ to another line
So honey never hang your signal out for me
I’m tired of running on the same old track
Bought a one-way ticket and I won’t be back
This golden rocket’s gonna roll my blues away

Hear that lonesome whistle blow
That’s your cue and by now you know
That I got another true love a-waitin’ in Tennessee
This midnight special’s a-burnin’ the rail
So woman don’t try to follow my trail
This golden rocket’s a-rollin’ my blues away

That old conductor he seemed to know
That you done me wrong I was feelin’ low
For he yelled alound We’re over that Dixon line
The brakeman started singin’ a song
Said “You’re worried now but it won’t be long”
This golden rocket is leavin’ your blues behind

Then the porter yelled with his southern drawl
Let’s rise and shine, good mornin’ ya all
And I sprang to my feet to greet the new born day
As I kissed my baby in the station door
That whistle blew like it never did before
Of the golden rocket that rolled my blues away