Dixie Flyer

Well, the first thing I remember was 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

Well, my life is like a Dixie Flyer
She don't ever look back
So pour on the coal, let the good times roll
'Til 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
But that ain't me, there's too much to see
Gonna roll until the day that I die

Yeah, my life is like a Dixie Flyer
She don't ever look back
So pour on the coal, let the good times roll
'Til the train runs out of track
'Til the train runs out of track
Yeah, 'til the train runs out of track, come on