Part 2: The Revival-Chuck Ragan

Fare thee well old friends Fare thee well we go Burning up fuel and road Oh but bet your stars One day we'll return For revival, sin and soul Well the color of road Is as black as the coal The oldtimers burnt into ash And the lines laid in gold Lead us all the way home We follow them as hours pass While the diesel engine's humming like the rain All while the rubber tires are burning up to sing, Fare thee well old friends Fare thee well we go Burning up fuel and road Oh but bet your stars One day we'll return For revival, sin and soul Heading down, heading south Come south we head north To the west where the west never won Chasing lonesome whistle bells And iron to falling suns While the diesel engine's burning like a train In that old familiar norfolk southern way Fare thee well old friends Fare thee well we go Burning up fuel and road Oh but bet your stars One day we'll return For revival, sin and soul For revival, sin and soul So long…… Fare thee well old friends Fare thee well we go Burning up fuel and road Oh but bet your stars One day we'll return For revival, sin and soul For revival, sin and soul