The Golden Rocket Composer(s): Hank Snow First recording/First release by: Hank Snow (The Singing Ranger) and His Rainbow Ranch Boys - 1950 Covered by multiple other artists
Board! From old Montana down to Alabam Ive been before and Ill travel again You trifling women cant keep a good man down Youve dealt the cards but you missed the play So hit the road and be on your way Gonna board the Golden Rocket and leave this town
I was a good engine a-runnin on time But baby Im switchin to another line So honey, never hang your single out for me Im tired of running on the same old track Bought a one way ticket and I wont be back This Golden Rocket is gonna roll my blues away
Hear that lonesome whistle blow Thats your cue and by now you know That Ive got another true love waitin in Tennessee This midnight special is burning the rails So woman dont try to follow my trail This Golden Rocket is gonna roll my blues away
Hear her thunder on through the night This Golden Rocket is a-doin me right That sunny old southland sure is a part of me Now from your call-board erase my name Your fire done went out you done lost your flame And this Golden Rocket is a-rollin my blues away
That old conductor he seemed to know Youve done me wrong I was feeling low For he yelled aloud were over that Dixon Line The Brakeman started singin a song Said Youre worried now, but it wont be long This Golden Rocket is leavin your blues behind
Then the Porter yelled with his southern drawl Lets rise and shine Good mornin you all And I sprang to my feet to greet the newborn day When I kissed my baby in the station door That whistle blew like it never before On the Golden Rocket that rolled my blues away
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