(Susan Longacre/Jim Photoglo/Russell Smith)



Well the first thing I remember is the smell of burnin' cinders

And the sound of that old whistle on the wind

I always wondered where the train was going

But I never cared at all where it had been



Yeah the first chance I got, I was gone like a shot

Following that old dream of mine

My only desire was to catch that flyer

And ride it to the end of the line



My life is like a Dixie Flyer

She don't ever look back

So pour on the coal

Let the good times roll

Till the train runs out of track



Full speed ahead no I ain't stoppin' yet

I feel that drivin' wheel down in my soul

I been some places where the train don't stop

Some places where the train don't even go



Yeah some are satisfied just to sit on the side

And watch as the trains roll by

That ain't me, there's too much to see

Gonna roll until the day that I die



My life is like a Dixie Flyer

She don't ever look back

So pour on the coal

Let the good times roll

Till the train runs out of track



Till the train runs out of track

Till the train runs out of track