The time, 11:33 on a saturday, november, 1923

I'm synchronized, it's wise to keep my wits about me

My name is roy, a one-time choir boy



Now i'm sixteen, man, and i'm nobody's toy

I'm gonna take to the wind and get this town behind me



(chorus)

I'm jumpin' a train leavin' town

Howling whistle sounds

And i'm not looking back -- gonna tie my fate to a train track

Got a whiskey bottle tied in a corn sack

Hold on world, i'm coming, i'm hitching a ride on a north-bound train



Am i alive? won't somebody tell me

The mississippi waves, what's it trying to sell me?

Mud in the banks, but no one gets thanks

When it's tracked in through the doorway



I am home grown, sewn into these britches

But i'm not spending my life digging up ditches

Like my daddy did, and his daddy did, and his daddy before




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