The only thing I really own is what you see me wearing on my back

The only friends I've ever known are the kind you meet along a railroad track

The kind you bum tabacco from and see the world through a boxcar door

A friend who talks and makes you laugh has nothing much but gives you half

And maybe you don't see him anymore

Special I hear your lonesome whistle whine

Special keep moving me on down the line

[ steel ]

My mackinaw's full of holes and ain't too good at keeping out the cold

My shoes are worn as paper thin my feet can feel the cibders through the soles

Sometimes I see a pretty girl wonder what I've missed along the way

Once someone special wore my ring loved me more than anything

I gave her up and caught a train one day

Special I had a special girl on time Special keep moving me on down the line

Special I hear your lonesome...