i can strum a little, i can hold a chord  this ain't the gospel and i ain't the lord  i'm no holy roller, but for what it's worth  my freedom's a train ride to heaven on earth  it's not just a train  it's saying goodbye, saying hello  to where we have been, where we might go  it's what we have passed, what we might see  it's not just a train, it's freedom to me  kids flattening pennies as the ironhorse rolls by  between the trains i see an old man  face full of smiles  young woman crying as her lover leaves  gun on his shoulder and stripes on his sleeve  it's not just a train  it's saying goodbye, saying hello  to where we have been, where we might go  it's what we have passed, what we might see  it's not just a train, it's freedom to me  through a crack in the the slats a harvest moon shines  on Harper Lee's pages i turn to kill time  the car toads are waiting for me at the station  to give the bum's rush to a frost bitten bo  it's not just a train  it's saying goodbye, saying hello  to where we have been, where we might go  it's what we have passed, what we might see  it's not just a train, it's freedom to me