Caveat To The Coming

I went down to the station, just to take a ride



I went down to the station, just to take a ride



Found myself on a flatcar, yesterday behind



Pullin' out from the platform, there was no brass band



I pulled out from the platform, nobody raised a hand



And there were no tears of regret from my runaway train



Train, train, train, train



Got no sand in my pocket, you know I ain't tied down



Ain't no sand in my pocket, never do sit down



I'm just a cross-tie walker, where the freight trains run



Run, run, run, run



If you see me acomin', don't you waste my time



If you see me acomin', don't you waste my time



'Cause there's more miles between us than the Santa Fe line



Run, run, run, run