Special — текст песни (Charley Pride)

The only thing I really own is what you see me wearing on my back
The only friends I`ve ever known are the kind you meet along a railroad track
The kind you bum tabacco from and view the world through a boxcar door
A friend who talks and makes you laugh has nothing much but gives you half
And maybe you don`t see him anymore
Special I hear your lonesome whistle whine
It`s calling me Special keep moving me on down the line

My mackinaw is full of holes and ain`t too good at keepin` out the cold
My shoes are worn as paper thin my feet can feel the cinders through the soles
Sometimes I see a pretty girl and wonder what I`ve missed along the way
Once someone special wore my ring and loved me more than anything
I gave her up and caught a train one day
Special I had a special girl one time
Now she`s not mine Special keep moving me on down the line