Fate I Can't Outrun
This train rolls on through the black of night
Haulin' that rock of anthracite
Rollin' away, no end in sight
Through hills carved out with dynamite
I was born a rambler's son
Raised on God with Grandad's gun
Now I ride west into the sun
To escape a fate I can't outrun
No I ain't no plains cowboy
But I roll along, this lone convoy
I beg many a barroom to employ
But I roll along for Illinois
Yeah, I roll along for Illinois
The Devil runs close beside me here
As the prairie wind sifts through my hair
As the ghost of her, she chills the air
She takes advantage of my mind's warfare
She takes advantage of my mind's warfare
No I ain't no plains cowboy
But I roll along, this lone convoy
I beg many a barroom to employ
But I roll along for Illinois
Yeah, I roll along for Illinois
Yeah
Will I tire of the road?
There'll always be a hunger, this I know
To run the plains with the buffalo
A rambler's son so far from home, A rambler's son so far from home
No I ain't no plains cowboy
But I roll along, this lone convoy
I beg many a barroom to employ
Now, my soul runs free like the Iroquois
Yeah, my soul sings free like the Iroquois.
I was born a rambler's son
Raised on God and Grandad's Gun
Now I ride west into the sun
To escape a fate I can't outrun
Haulin' that rock of anthracite
Rollin' away, no end in sight
Through hills carved out with dynamite
I was born a rambler's son
Raised on God with Grandad's gun
Now I ride west into the sun
To escape a fate I can't outrun
No I ain't no plains cowboy
But I roll along, this lone convoy
I beg many a barroom to employ
But I roll along for Illinois
Yeah, I roll along for Illinois
The Devil runs close beside me here
As the prairie wind sifts through my hair
As the ghost of her, she chills the air
She takes advantage of my mind's warfare
She takes advantage of my mind's warfare
No I ain't no plains cowboy
But I roll along, this lone convoy
I beg many a barroom to employ
But I roll along for Illinois
Yeah, I roll along for Illinois
Yeah
Will I tire of the road?
There'll always be a hunger, this I know
To run the plains with the buffalo
A rambler's son so far from home, A rambler's son so far from home
No I ain't no plains cowboy
But I roll along, this lone convoy
I beg many a barroom to employ
Now, my soul runs free like the Iroquois
Yeah, my soul sings free like the Iroquois.
I was born a rambler's son
Raised on God and Grandad's Gun
Now I ride west into the sun
To escape a fate I can't outrun
Credits
Writer(s): Cody Youse
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