Written by - Jim Croce

My dusty feet have kicked the stones

Between a thousand railroad ties

From Boston down to New Orleans

I left the girls a-cryin'

But I've still got some ramblin' in me

Got some miles left on my shoes

And before I take a job again

I'll have to be low-down

Cryin' the blues

So it's goodbye, baby, the whistle is a-blowin'

If I miss the train I'll have to stay around

But as long as those railroad tracks go on unending

I'll be off to another day in another town



You say you'd like to ramble with me

This ain't no life for a girl

Too many people out to get you in a hobo's world

And it gets mighty cold when you're on the road

'Cause a boxcar never was a home

But you could join me if you want

I'm gettin' mighty tired of bein' alone

So it's goodbye, baby, the whistle is a-blowin'

If we miss the train we'll have to stay around

But as long as those railroad tracks go on unending

We'll be off to another day in another town



But as long as those railroad tracks go on unending

We'll be off to another day in another town

We'll be off to another day in another town