(clarke / sylvester / hicks)   Going down to take a ride on the rock island line   I'm gonna meet an old friend of mine   It's gonna be a fine ride if only I can hide   From the man who guards the freighting line   I've got two thousand miles to go where I want to be   Lady luck stay with me   I wanna be there   I gotta be there      Oh, sweet country calling, calling me it's way   Come and bathe in cool clear waters, wash the city dirt away   Oh, sweet country calling, I've got something to say   When I get back to you, I won't let you down   This time I'm gonna stay      I wanna hear, hear the bluegrass   I wanna breathe in the mountain air   I gotta take in all that moonshine   But most of all I wanna see a friend of mine      Last time I saw her she was waving me goodbye   Heading on down the line   She said come on along, I decided to stay   Now I know I was wrong   That's why I'm playing with fate riding this freight   Lady luck please stay with me   I wanna be there   I gotta be there      Chorus x2