The time, 11:33 on a saturday, november, 1923
Im synchronized, its wise to keep my wits about me
My name is roy, a one-time choir boy
Now Im sixteen, man, and Im nobodys toy
Im gonna take to the wind and get this town behind me
(chorus)
Im jumpin a train leavin town
Howling whistle sounds
And Im not looking back -- gonna tie my fate to a train track
Got a whiskey bottle tied in a corn sack
Hold on world, Im coming, Im hitching a ride on a north-bound train
Am I alive? wont somebody tell me
The mississippi waves, whats it trying to sell me?
Mud in the banks, but no one gets thanks
When its tracked in through the doorway
I am home grown, sewn into these britches
But Im not spending my life digging up ditches
Like my daddy did, and his daddy did, and his daddy before