i can strum a little, i can hold a chord
this ain`t the gospel and i ain`t the lord
i`m no holy roller, but for what it`s worth
my freedom`s a train ride to heaven on earth
it`s not just a train
it`s saying goodbye, saying hello
to where we have been, where we might go
it`s what we have passed, what we might see
it`s not just a train, it`s freedom to me
kids flattening pennies as the ironhorse rolls by
between the trains i see an old man
face full of smiles
young woman crying as her lover leaves
gun on his shoulder and stripes on his sleeve
it`s not just a train
it`s saying goodbye, saying hello
to where we have been, where we might go
it`s what we have passed, what we might see
it`s not just a train, it`s freedom to me
through a crack in the the slats a harvest moon shines
on Harper Lee`s pages i turn to kill time
the car toads are waiting for me at the station
to give the bum`s rush to a frost bitten bo
it`s not just a train
it`s saying goodbye, saying hello
to where we have been, where we might go
it`s what we have passed, what we might see
it`s not just a train, it`s freedom to me