That Evening Sun

Hmm, the alley dogs are barking
The chickens crowing down the lane
The field just like that rooster
And his mournful low refrain
With the sun down on my shoulders
Used to hanging around the yard
I'll be leaving here tomorrow
Gonna catch an empty car

There's a thousand constellations
In that brilliant, beaming sky
But the Earth is just one station
On that lonesome, starry line
There's a distant whistleblowing
Down a rusty stretch of track
I'm just an empty coal car
On that train not coming back

Well, I hate to see that evening sun go down
Well, it's lonesome coming down my trail
Well, I know this train will take me where I'm bound
But I hate to see that evening sun go down

Well, the side walks have their streetlamps
And the city has a glow
And the poor boy has the moonlight
Walking in his shadow
But the nighttime can't be trusted
To return the morning sun
And my eyes have not adjusted
To this black face I got on

Well, I hate to see that evening sun go down
Well, it's lonesome coming down my trail
Well, I know this train will take me where I'm bound
But I hate to see that evening sun go down

Well, the nighttime makes you lonesome
For that early morning sun
For the light upon the engine
Reaching towards the dawn
You can spend your whole life racing
Down rusty railroad lines
It's the setting sun you're chasing
In that dark and rolling sky

But I hate to see that evening sun go down
Well, it's lonesome coming down my trail
Well, I know this train will take me where I'm bound
But I hate to see that evening sun go down
Hmm, yes, I hate to see that evening sun go down