Whistlin' Train from Old Overhaul by The Desert Kind

I'll pick up all of my things and
head out onto the coast.
Leaving trails of the past,
living young, living fast.
No, I ain't going back home,
no, I ain't going back home.

The old freedom bells have run out their tune
and notes hang high and gallantly loom
with a constant misleading eye, they assume that with time it can all be worked out, yeah, but I'm sure not sticking around.

That old whistlin' train
is coming my way
step on, step off
take it where you must
I belong on the train going west,
I belong on the train going west.

I'll take all the things I've learned,
and map out the hills in a day.
Trying hard not leave, trying hard not to stay,
but I've run out of places to go,
yeah, I've run out of things to say.

I"ll move every stone that rolls in my path.
Taking note of the good, taking note of the bad.
Crossing lines with the devil who set me on fire and
I'm still trying to put it out, yeah I'm still trying to put it out.

I'll leave with the sunrise or the darkness of night.
Making sure to cover my tracks.
Raise my glass to the gods on the hillside and, no I ain't going back,
no I aint going back.

That old whistlin' train
is coming my way
step on, step off
take it where you must
I belong on the train going west,
I belong on the train going west.

• Folk
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