(clarke sylvester hicks)

Going down to take a ride on the rock island line

I'm gonna meet an old friend of mine

It's gonna be a fine ride if only i can hide

From the man who guards the freighting line

I've got two thousand miles to go where i want to be

Lady luck stay with me

I wanna be there

I gotta be there



Oh, sweet country calling, calling me its way

Come and bathe in cool clear waters, wash the city dirt away

Oh, sweet country calling, i've got something to say

When i get back to you, i won't let you down

This time i'm gonna stay



I wanna hear, hear the bluegrass

I wanna breathe in the mountain air

I gotta take in all that moonshine

But most of all i wanna see a friend of mine



Last time i saw her she was waving me goodbye

Heading on down the line

She said come on along, i decided to stay

Now i know i was wrong

That's why i'm playing with fate riding this freight

Lady luck please stay with me

I wanna be there

I gotta be there



Chorus x2