Bound for Glory

I tried to settle down in the Smokies
But the kudzu and the women kept trying to choke me
San Antone weren't no better, but it had more booze
I thought, "Hell, money is all I got left to lose."

I tried to milk it slow but it went away fast
It's always time to go; the good times never last
But for all I know there's a whole lot more
Waiting in that big, wide world right outside my door

I hear the call; it echos in my vein
With the sound of a thousand screaming trains
Am I bound for glory?
Or am I bound in chains?
Life and death, Hell, it all looks the same

I put my ear to the track and I listen closely
Is that a freight train coming to make a ghost of me?
Or a silver streamliner built for masters
Coming to take me on to greener pastures?

It come up slow so I hop on fast
There's always some place to go; the bad times never last
But for all I know, there's a whole lot more
Waiting in that big, wide world right outside my door