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....