Texty: Neil Young. Chrome Dreams II. Box Car.

I'm just a passenger on this old freight train
I ride the boxcar through the night
I doesn't matter where I might get off
I doesn't matter where I lie

I've been to cities, I've been to countries
I've left a lover in many towns
I don't care if I ever get back to
Where I'd already been around

I'm like an eagle, I like to fly high
I'm like a snake, I like to lay low
I'm like a black man, I'm like a white man
Maybe a red man, I don't know

I'm just a passenger on this old freight train
I ride the boxcar through the night
I doesn't matter where I might get off
I doesn't matter where I lie