I´m longing to ride on a freight train
And pull a slouch hat down low on my ears
I´m yearning to leave this old town on the fly
And lose all my troubles and cares
In this day of airplane and highways

The slow way is sometimes the best

So I´m longing to ride on a freight train
And be a good old American guest

Well the pressures of life they got to me
And they got down way deep in my soul
I´m tired of the rat-race want to go back to the slow pace
And hear a fast freight rattle and roll
I want to live out my days like a hobo
And take myself that long-needed rest

So I´m longing to ride on a freight train
And be a good old American guest

I want to live off the land that I love and I´ve labored for

And spend a few days headed west

So I´m longing to ride on a freight train
And be a good old American guest

So I´m longing to ride on a freight train
And be a good old American guest