Hank Snow – Golden Rocket (Guitar)

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('Board!)

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From old Montana down to Alabam', I've been before and I'll travel again

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You triflin' women can't keep a good man down

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You dealt the cards but you missed the play, so hit the road and be on your way

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Gonna board the Golden Rocket and leave this town

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I was a good engine a-runnin' on time, but baby I'm switchin' to another line

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So honey never hang your signal out for me

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I'm tired of runnin' on the same old track, bought a one-way ticket and I won't be back

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This Golden Rocket's gonna roll my blues away

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Hear that lonesome whistle blow, well that's your cue and by now you know

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That I got another true lover waitin' in Tennessee

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That Midnight Special's a-burnin' the rail, so woman don't try to follow my trail

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This Golden Rocket's gonna roll my blues away

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Hear her thunder on through the night, that Golden Rocket is doin' me right

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And that sunny old Southland sure is a part of me

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Now from your call-board erase my name, your fire went out, you done lost your flame

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And this Golden Rocket is a-rollin' my blues away

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That old conductor he seemed to know, you'd done me wrong, I was feelin' low

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For he yelled aloud: "We're over that Dixon Line"

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The brakeman started singing a song, said: "You're worried now but it won't be long

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This Golden Rocket is a-leavin' your blues behind"

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Then the porter yelled with his southern drawl: "Let's "rise and shine, good mornin', you-all"

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And I sprang to my feet to greet the new-born day

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When I kissed my baby at the station door, that whistle blew like it never before

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Of the Golden Rocket that rolled my blues away