Crack In The Boxcar Door — текст песни (Hank Snow)

A long black engine keeps a rollin` along its wheels goin` clickety-clack
She`s carryin` me to war that eastern seaboard Louisiana I ain`t comin` back
And I sit all alone in an empty box listen to the engine roar
And I see the world that she oughta be seen through a crack in the boxcar door
[ guitar ]
A hobo`s life is a lonely life and I`m restless son of a gun
So I`ll keep a riding these ribbons of steel and wait for my setting sun
And I sit all alone...
[ guitar ]
The engineer is pullin` her down and I reckon we ain`t goin` to stop
And I`ll be a dodgin` the man that sticks I hear him a walkin` on top
And I sit all alone...
[ guitar ]
Most folks think I`m a crazy man at all of hoboes like me
But I let the bottle that holds all the world and I`ll die happy and free
And I reckon I`ll die in an empty box listen to the engine roar
I`ll take the last long look at ther world that I love
Through a crack in thin boxcar door
I`ll take the last long look...