Good Old American Guest

Well I'm longing to ride on a freight train Put a slouch hat down low on my ears I'm yearning to leave this old town on the flight And loose all my troubles and cares In this day of airplanes and highways Hey, the slow way is sometimes the best I'm longing to ride on a freight train And be a good old American guest Yes, I wanna live on the land that I've loved and I've labored for And spend a few days headed west I'm longing to ride on a freight train And be a good old American guest, alright Martyn Well, the pressures of life, they got to me And they got down and deep in my soul I'm tired of the rat-race Wanna go back to the slow pace And hear a fast train rattle and roll I wanna live out my days like a hobo And take myself that long-needed rest Hey, hey, I'm longing to ride on a freight train And be a good old American guest Yes, I wanna live on the land that I've loved and I've labored for And spend a few days headed west I'm longing to ride on a freight train And be a good old American guest Oh, yes, I'm longing to ride on a freight train And be a good old American guest Oh yeah