Boxcars Rolling Far From Home

Boxcars Rolling Far From Home (Larry W Jones 02/03/2020) (song #7668)With raindrops coming through the cracks and teardrops on my sackThis old boxcar’s the only thing I call my ownMy heart’s always pining while that locomotive’s whiningPulling a hundred boxcars rolling far from homeI had a love who was Texan with a fine complexionBut her love words I could not be dependent onNow this old train ain’t warm but it keeps my poor heart from harmPulling a hundred boxcars rolling far from home(Instrumental)I ain’t one for nitpicking as steel wheels keep on clickingHopping boxcars keeps me busy just hanging onWarm tears sometimes get me choking as that stack is smokingPulling a hundred boxcars rolling far from homeDown to my last bottle as he opens up the throttleThese old rails will take me to where I’ve never goneMy mind is full of worry but this train’s in no hurryPulling a hundred boxcars rolling far from homeThese old rails will take me to where I’ve never gonePulling a hundred boxcars rolling far from home Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.