(Richard Stekol)      John and Lucky saw me off   The whistle called the times   Just six days out to the coast    Just six days behind   But I've seen every state since then    And where my boys have gone   Is known to God and four strong winds   And I'm here all alone      Now ten long years have somehow passed   Since I've seen my hometown   And times I've spent upon those streets   And faint familiar sounds   Still whisper gently in my ear   And play upon my eyes   And I'll hold on to my memories   Till one by one they die      I can hear your passing trains   And I wonder what they see   And somewhere's out my window   Are the places I might be      Now I'm chasing down those pretty little boys   They wander through my mind   Maybe they'll remember me   When I work off my time      But I still belong to everyone   And if my sleep allows   Well then all those boys   Will dance tonight   With me and my old pals      But I'm running every single night   And every single days   Lord I've tried everything I know   To somehow find my way   Back to that one place in time   That fond memory endows   Me and my old pals