Jumpin' a Train کے بول

The time, 11:33 on a Saturday, November, 1923 I'm synchronized, it's wise to keep my wits about me My name is Roy, a one-time choir boy Now I'm sixteen, man, and I'm nobody's toy I'm gonna take to the wind and get this town behind me (chorus) I'm jumpin' a train leavin' town Howling whistle sounds And I'm not looking back -- gonna tie my fate to a train track Got a whiskey bottle tied in a corn sack Hold on world, I'm coming, I'm hitching a ride on a north-bound train Am I alive? Won't somebody tell me The Mississippi waves, what's it trying to sell me? Mud in the banks, but no one gets thanks when it's tracked in through the doorway I am home grown, sewn into these britches But I'm not spending my life digging up ditches Like my Daddy did, and his Daddy did, and his Daddy before