Occasionally someone will pass   with eyes like the bottom of a whiskey glass   asking ‘bout highway 9   I’ll clear my throat and scratch my nose   a little peculiar I suppose   but I know what’s mine      Been down here a few years   followed a trail of union tears   that were never washed away   I watched as men crossed that line   watched as men took what’s mine   well it’s just ain’t my way      chorus:   down at Johnson’s Station   some watched and some went in   some purged it from their memory   and tried to begin again      Them dues didn’t come out like they went in   and soon it was empty hands again   and them barrel fires didn’t burn so bright   the horns stopped blowing as they rode past   and some found solace in a whiskey glass   and some took to dealing with the night      Can never say I’m homesick   ‘cause I ain’t never had no home (2)      A company comes and breaks down a man   then it takes and takes all it can   then leaves ‘em lying like a carcass on the road   so the faces may not seem too bright   and minds are frozen on that night   down at Johnson’s Station ready to explode      (chorus)