I can hear the whistle blowin' I am lonesome as can be Tonight the rain is saftly fallin' and it's fallin' just for me Looking back along the road I travel the miles could tell a million tales Each year is like some rolling freight train cold as starlight on the rails [ harmonica ] A man who lives out on the highway he's like a flock that can't tell time A man who spends his life just rambling is like a song without a rhyme I think about my home and family my house and all the things that mean The black smoke trailin' out behind me is like a string of broken dreams Looking back along....