I hear the train a comin’
it’s rolling round the bend,

and I ain’t seen the sunshine,
since I don’t know when.

(click to enlarge and see the antique dining cars)

I bet their’s rich folks eatin’
in a fancy dining car.

They’re probably drinking coffee,
and smoking big cigars.

But those people keep on movin,
and that’s what tortures me.

Well, if they freed me from this prison,
if that railroad train was mine,

I’d let that lonesome whistle,
blow my blues away.

For JD and everyone who hears the call of the tracks~

Lyrics: Folsom Prison Blues- Johnny Cash