rollin down the track with my gunny sack, a guitar and a bottle of wine..
like the grapes of wrath theres no turning back stacking up nickles and dimes..
the roads the test from the south to the west, dreaming of a land so fine,
rollin down the track with my gunny sack, a guitar and a bottle of wine..
i don't want this book to end,
i don't want this money to get spent,
hear that whistle blow,
train starts rollin and its time to go,
if you never take a chance then you never know..
times they change and people get strange and trouble turns a heart to stone,
when your down and out still whithout a doubt, together were never alone,
the sky grows dark and the lines get sharp and the whistle tree gets blown,
the people they change when the times get strange, don't let trouble turn your heart to stone..
i don't want this book to end,
i don't want this money to get spent,
hear that whistle blow,
train starts rollin and its time to go,
if you never take a chance then you never know..
heading out needles way deadly dreaming drifters day, don't forget to bring your magic cap,
new mexico is calling you traveling in worn out shoes, heading down the line the night is black,
a native standing on the ridge, a nascent native american, the saddest moment in a soldiers life,
heading into vegas town where a silver mine was found, red rocks resin from the ground..
i don't want this book to end,
i don't want this money to get spent,
hear that whistle blow,
train starts rollin and its time to go,
if you never take a chance then you never know..
you can almost hear that train rollin down the track..
well, your gettin gone now man theres no goin back..
rollin down the track with my gunny sack, a guitar and a bottle of wine..
like the grapes of wrath theres no turning back stacking up nickles and dimes..
the roads the test from the south to the west, dreaming of a land so fine,
rollin down the track with my gunny sack, a guitar and a bottle of wine..
i don't want this book to end,
i don't want this money to get spent,
hear that whistle blow,
train starts rollin and its time to go,
if you never take a chance then you never know..
Nate Porter is a songwriter from Illinois, who spent his formative years as an artist in West Oakland, California. As of late, when he’s not on the road, he lives somewhere amongst the tall trees of the Great Pacific Northwest.
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