(Chorus). Cross the Brazos at Waco. Ride hard and I'll make it by dawn. Cross the Brazos at Waco. I'm safe when I reach San Antone. . On the Chisholm Trail it was midnight.
Well, oh what a feeling. that burns down low. when you ain't got no where to turn,. or no where to go. It makes me feel like sometimes. I'm outta control.
There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold. The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold.
Rockin' through another day of feelin' so fine. I got another piece of love and now I'm doin' white. . Who's that girl that's trying to go to see my favorite show.
I never saw the world lookin' so bright. Never saw the wheels turnin' so right. And I'm glad to be ridin'. This crazy little train of love. . I'm just like a kid on a merry-go-round.
Early one mornin' while making the rounds. I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down. Went right home and I went to bed. I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head.
Out of breath - I can't breathe in. Choking hard when I inhale in. Pouring drinks with a broke hand. Now I'm up in your face again. . When I fuck I don't want to.
A long black engine keeps a rolling along its wheels goin' clickety-clack. She's carrying me to war that eastern seaboard Louisiana I ain't comin' back.
Well my name is Cecil Brown. and I'm from a little town. and people don't think much of me. I never understood. why they thought I was no good. But this is how it seems.
All day I've faced a barren waste without the taste of water cool water. Old Dan and I with throats burt dry and souls that cry for water cool clear water.
I've been up all night and I can't sleep. I've been thinkin' about you and I can't eat. . I tried to go outside, but it strarted to rain. and I'm sittin' here in tears callin' your name.
Within my prison cell so dreary alone I sit with weary heart. I'm thinking of my lonely darling from her forever I must part. . (A rose she sent him as a token she sent it just to light his gloom).
Oh consience I'm guilty I'm guilty again. . Now I'm driving home slowly my spirit's so low. I cheated on her again and why I'll never know. I hope I don't look too guilty when she lets me in.
Everyone that I meet on the street tells me I look so sad. I just lost my gal and the truest love I ever had. Left the trouble in mind here behind Lord I wish I was dead.
Come live with me and be my love, share my bread and wine. Be wife to me, be life to me, be mine. Come live with me and be my love, let our dreams combine.
Looking through the window of the greyhound station down in San Antone. Watching people come and people go and feeling so alone. And every face I see reminds me of the one I've left behind me crying.
(Life lost its color when I lost my love). White's for the wedding that I'll never see. Blue is for heartaches that she gave to me. Green were those two eyes that stole her away.
Riding on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday morning rail. Fisteen cars and fifteen restless riders. Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
Christmas roses to you I'm sending. May they bring the Christmas joy though we're apart. Christmas roses will say I love you as the tender message echoes from my heart.
From up the frozen northland, to the bitter covered clime. Theres a train that comes a rollin' every year at Christmas time. All the kids are in their glory, when the snow begins to fall.