Gonna leave this town, leave it far behind
 Gonna leave while I've got my peace of mind
 On the westbound number nine

 Sittin' on the bank of Holy Creek down by the county line
 I can hear the sound of Old Boss and Lazy Horse--he's howlin' right on time
 He's howlin' at the sound of the #9 comin' down the line
 And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine
 And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine

 Catching the westbound number nine
 Gonna leave this town, leave it far behind
 Gonna leave while I've got my peace of mind
 On the westbound number nine

 My Pa is with his moonshine friends
 Drinkin Deacon Jones' bathtub gin
 Deacon Jones preachin' about savin' souls
 Yellin' out how the whole town is full of sin
 But like Pa and all the rest
 He tries to look down Bobbie Sue's low-cut dress
 And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine
 And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine

 Ma, I see you're ashamed to look me in the face
 As if I was nothing but a past mistake
 Sittin' there at night when Pa comes stumblin' in
 Full of the Deacon's bathtub gin
 Swearin' and a-cussin' that I wasn't no kin
 I heard his name but Ma knows what he should have been

 Westbound number nine
 Gonna leave this town, leave it far behind
 Gonna leave while I've got my peace of mind
 On the westbound number nine

 Catching the westbound number nine
 Gonna leave this town, leave it far behind
 Gonna leave while I've got my peace of mind
 On the westbound number nine

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