Down The Line Lyrics - Coming Back Home To You - The Lonesome River Band

Born out in the country, raised out on a farm 

Got my education out behind a barn 

Left one Sunday morning in a driving rain 

Hitchhiked to the freight yard and caught the railroad train 

Oh, engineer, let your whistle whine 

Oh, get me out of here, a little further down the line 

Well I've been to California and I've been to New Orleans 

Been to New York City and everywhere between 

I've eat beans and taters, your finest caviar 

Drank brandy from a snifter and moonshine from a jar 

Oh, engineer, let your whistle whine 

Oh, get me out of here, a little further down the line 

Landed in a prison with a number for my name 

Fed me bread and water, tied to a ball and chain 

I swore the day they slammed the door and the jailer locked me in 

If they ever let me out of here, I'll never go back again 

Been dreaming of the day when I return back to my home 

That's where I want to settle down, never more to roam 

Sit me on a tractor and point me to the field 

And I will plow a furrow with my hands upon the wheel