Sound Of Running-Old 97's

I dressed up as a good man I charmed with all my might I made you my girlfriend, I made you my wife Yea, we got ourselves a little place that I woke up to find A rolling iron boxcar that was taking me down the line Yea I'm carrying a lot of postcards I'm going west a while Through the fields of rusty trainyards, 'til the rails run out of miles 'Til they put me on the Westbound, singing sweetly over me Your sound of being rebound and the rails will trouble me But her sound in the distance And the sound of running's always on my feet Got her sound in the distance And the sound of running's always racing me I passed some folks that never moved though they're running every one And me I'll run the mainlines until my racing's done Til they put me on Westbound, singing sweetly over me Your sound of being rebound and the rails will trouble me But her sound's in the distance And the sound of running's always on my feet Got her sound in the distance And the sound of running's always racing me