Freight Train Fever
He put the handcuffs on me
behind my back,
threw me in the car
right beside the railroad tracks;
got in
and started sayin,
somethin bout ridin a train
without payin;
I didn't hear
anything else he said,
cause I was already 1,000 miles away
inside my head;
out there catchin
the next west-bound freight,
headin on
for another free state.
But now, here I am lyin with the drunks
on a cold jailhouse floor,
lookin through long steel bars
to the freedom waitin just beyond the door;
there's no one I could call
on the telephone,
so I'll just have to do my time
while tryin to find some words for a new poem;
gazing out through
a one by one window pane,
I hear the thunder
and see the dark rain;
wonderin why I do this
over and over again,
I can't come up with one good reason why it is
I must go chasin that same old wild-wind;
I guess it's just the way I am
somethin I've gotta do,
when my mind gets heavy
and my soul turns blue;
hitchin down the road
lookin for a ride to anywhere,
takin trails and boxcars
far away from mad worldly cares.
It's a fever
that I can't seem to explain...
why it is I love to ramble
and hop aboard lonely-moanin old trains.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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