Well, I hopped aboard a southbound freight,
and hid behind a packin' crate,
and settled back to catch me forty winks.
Got to thinkin' about my goodbye note,
and worryin' about the words I wrote,
and wonderin' what that woman's goin' to think.
verse 2
She'd a made a darn good wife,
and had me workin' nine to five,
but thats what made this rambling feelin' grow.
And freezin' 'neath an old tin hat,
ain't exactly where it's all at,
when the sun is shining bright in Mexico.
So whine, you whistle, whine.
Keepin' moving me on the further down that line.
Whine, you whistle, whine.
There's a memory tryin' to catch up with my mind.
verse 3
Leavin' never hurt before,
but something's right outside that door,
and calls my name with every mile of track.
This lonley feeling deep inside,
is making it so hard to ride,
and now and then I'll catch me lookin' back.
So whine, you whistle, whine.
Keepin' moving me on the further down that line.
Whine, you whistle, whine.
There's a memory tryin' to catch up with my mind.