From the recording Where The Myrtle Doth Entwine
With a driving train-like rhythm & bass, authentic acoustic guitar, hillbilly banjo, lonesome harmonica, haunting harmonies & a mournful melody sung by dusty husky voice, this Outlaw Country tune chastises a man who refuses to adapt to the changing world around him.
Lyrics
The world is always changin'.
Yet some folks stay the same.
Hearts as hard as stale bread.
And cold until the grave.
Gotta Ride, ride that rollin' train.
Stiff necked man, it's gonna rain.
And the track's already lain.
Gotta Ride, ride that rollin' train.
Gotta Ride, ride that rollin' train.
In dust
The world will leave you
If you stay
Blind and lame
Rotting
From the inside
A corpse
Crippled and maimed
Gotta Ride, ride that rollin' train.
Stiff necked man, it's gonna rain.
And the track's already lain.
Gotta Ride, ride that rollin' train.
Gotta Ride, ride that rollin' train.
Gotta Ride, ride that rollin' train.
Stiff necked man, it's gonna rain.
And the track's already lain.
Gotta Ride, ride that rollin' train.