Sound of Running

I dressed up as a good man
I charmed with all my might
I made you my girlfriend
I made you my wife
Yeah, we got ourselves a little place
That I woke up to find
A rolling iron boxcar
That was taking me down the line

Yeah, I'm carrying a lot of postcards
I'm going west a while
Through the fields of rusty train yards
'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

Got her sound in the distance
And the sound of running is always on my feet
Got her sound in the distance
And the sound of running is always racing me

I've 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 the Westbound
Singing sweetly over me
Your sound of being rebound
And the rails will trouble me

Got her sounds in the distance
And the sound of running is always on my feet
Got her sound in the distance
And the sound of running is always racing me

Got her sounds in the distance
And the sound of running is always on my feet
Got her sound in the distance
And the sound of running is always racing me



Credits
Writer(s): Murry Hammond, Kendall Bethea, Stewart Miller, Philip Peeples
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