Freight Train Fever

He put the handcuffs on me behind my back, threw me in the car right beside the railroad track; got in and started sayin, somethin bout ridin a train without payin; I didn't hear anything else he said, cause I was already 1,000 miles away inside my head; out there catchin the next west-bound freight, headin on for another free state. But now, here I am lyin with the drunks on a cold jailhouse floor, lookin through long steel bars to the freedom waitin just beyond the door; there's no one I could call on the telephone, so I'll just have to do my time while tryin to find some words for a new poem; gazing out through a one by one window pane, I hear the thunder and feel the rain, while I sit and wonder why I do this over and over again. Can't come up with one good reason why, I guess it's just the way I am, somethin I've gotta do, when my mind gets heavy and my soul turns blue; hitchin down the road lookin for a ride to anywhere, takin trails, trucks or trains far away from all worldly cares. It's a fever that I can't seem to explain... why it is I love to ramble and hop aboard those lonesome old trains.