Golden Rocket

E From old Montana down to Alabam' 
I've A been before and I'll travel again 
You E triflin' women can't keep a good man B7 down 
You E dealt the cards, but you missed the play 
So A hit the road and be on your way 
Gonna E board the Golden B7 Rocket and leave this E town. 
 
I was a good engine a-runnin' on time 
But baby I'm switchin' to another line 
So honey never hang your signal out for me 
I'm tired of runnin' on the same old track 
Bought a one-way ticket and I won't be back 
This Golden Rocket's gonna roll my blues away. 
 
Hear that lonesome whistle blow 
That's your cue and by now you know 
That I got another true lover waitin' in Tennessee 
This Midnight Special's a-burnin' the rail 
So woman don't try to follow my trail 
This Golden Rocket's gonna roll my blues away. 
 
Hear her thunder on through the night 
This Golden Rocket is a-doin' me right 
And that sunny old Southland sure is a part of me 
Now from your call-board erase my name 
Your fire went out, you done lost your flame 
And this Golden Rocket is a-rollin' my blues away. 
 
That old conductor, he seemed to know 
You'd done me wrong, I was feelin' low 
For he yelled aloud, "We're over that Dixon Line" 
The brakeman started singing a song 
Said "You're worried now, but it won't be long 
This Golden Rocket is leavin' your blues behind." 
 
Then the porter yelled with his southern drawl 
Let's "rise and shine, good mornin', you-all" 
And I sprang to my feet to greet the new-born day 
When I kissed my baby in the station door 
That whistle blew like it never before 
On the Golden Rocket that rolled my blues away