Gypsy of The Railways

I march to a different drummer
My life it is my own
I’m an explorer of experience
That is how I’m known

I’ve seen snow in South Dakota
I’ve been on the Vegas strip
Had barbeque in Kansas
My life has been a trip

I’m a gypsy of the railways
I’m a legend in my time
I move on in a boxcar
Brother…can you spare a dime?

I’ve been through all the landlocked states
Five provinces as well
I’ve seen Niagara Falls all frozen
I’ve seen it flowing fast as well

I’ve had margaritas in Key West
And Bourbon in Kentucky
Craft beers out in Oregon
In my life I have been lucky

I travel on my stories
Feed myself with all my tales
I’m an explorer of experience
I’m a gypsy of the rails

I never stick around too long
I don’t wear my welcome out
I come and see just what I want
That’s what life is all about

I’ve railroad friends in Texas
Some up in BC too
We’ve shared drinks in San Diego
And had a great Alaskan brew

I’m not one to live by your rules
I find my rules suit me fine
I’m an explorer of experience
And I’m riding on the lines

You can find me down in Georgia
Or eating spuds in Idaho
I never know just where I’ll be
Until my ride begins to go

I’m a gypsy of the railways
I’m a legend in my time
I move on in a boxcar
Brother…can you spare a dime?

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