Northern ticket on a south bound train He rolls his own Some leaves and some paper his only refrain He's blowing smoke Daddy's the lord of the sugar cane And a winning colt Skittish and hamstrung at the gate Bet on as a joke CHORUS Ride on Through the dawn He's gone And he may never make it back home Straight through It'll break you Take two Won't begin until you get thrown into a lake like a stone Loose fitting suit on a juvenile Almost a man His brother he snapped like a crocodile He joined a band Now, he gets by on talk radio He's so polite Up in the morning and away he goes To catch a flight on time