Hank Snow - The Golden Rocket

THE GOLDEN ROCKET
(Hank Snow)
HANK SNOW (RCA 48-0400, 1951)

All aboard...
From old Montana down to Alabama
I've been before and I'll travel again
You thriving women can't keep a good man down
You dealt the cards, but you missed the place
So, hit the road and be on your way
Come aboard the Golden Rocket and leave this town

I was a good engine, a-running on time
But baby, I'm switchin' to another line
So honey, never hang your satin all out for me
I'm tired of runnin' on the same old track
Bought a one way ticket and I won't be back
This Golden Rocket's gonna roll my blues away

Hear that lonesome whistle blow
That's your cue and by now you know
That I got another two love a-waitin' in Tennessee
This midnight special's a-burnin' the rails
Oh, woman don't try to follow my trails
This Golden Rocket's gonna roll my blues away

Hear her thunder on through the night
This Golden Rocket is a-doin' me right
And that sunny ol' South, I'm sure is a part of me
Now, from your callboard erase my name
Your fire went out, you done lost your flame
And this Golden Rocket is a-rollin' my blues away

That old conductor, he seemed to know
You've done me wrong, I was feelin' low
For I yelled aloud all over that Dixon line
The brakeman started singin' a song
Said, you're worried now, but it won't be long
This Golden Rocket is leavin' your blues behind

Now I'm a-partin' gal with this southern brawl
Let's rise and shine, good morning you all
And I sprang to my feet to great the new born 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