B a c k o n t h e T r a i n
Back on the train, back on the train
Looking for my seat in desperate heat to fall asleep
I left another home, again alone
But I know it won’t be long and with my song I plan to roam
back on the train
First you hear the whistle blow then we start to move
and I think of all the undone things that I’m out to prove
I remember what my father said to me as we hugged goodbye
he said, “Don’t open beer bottles with your teeth, and try hard not to die.
Now get on that train.”
Back on the train, back on the train
Looking for my seat in desperate heat to fall asleep
I left another home, again alone
But I know it won’t be long and with my song I plan to roam
back on the train
Coming into Houston for the very first time
I rode the roller coasters and saw Pat Green perform live
If you’ve never had a person ask for food right out of your mouth
go eat your jumbo turkey leg in line, they’re bound to ask in the south
then get back on that train
Back on the train, back on the train
Watching scenes rush by as I try hard not to cry
I left another home, again alone
But I know it won’t be long and with my song I plan to roam
back on the train
Later on that evening I began to notice a man
who was twitching as he slept and had a dark Teva tan
He’d traveled all around the world looking for a wife
and after two long years with the pretty young lady
he couldn’t stand his life
he’s back on the train
Back on the train, back on the train
He’s looking for his seat and a place to rest his feet
He left another home, again alone
But he knows it won’t be long and rests his head safe in Gods palm
Back on the train, back on the train
Don’t let it pass you by the only truth is that you’ll die
We’ll find another home, we’ll be alone
But we know it won’t be long and rest our heads safe in Gods palm
We’re always home.
