#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## # #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # Date: 1/4/97; 10:31:31 PM From: [email protected] (Gene L. Graham) Subject: GOLDEN ROCKET GOLDEN ROCKET Hank Snow [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.
