Take me to the train station I’m leaving 
I ain’t got a dime 
To pay rent on time 
Up north they’re better wagers 
I know it’s written on the papers 
Here lynching mobs running after me 
Don’t wanna go to their necktie party 
For nothing in here 
I’ll get something in there 
People say they treat you fair 

Take me to the train station I’m leaving 
I don’t want us to live in trailers 
Or falling-apart grain elevators 
It’s the old american dream 
To follow the stream 
Our kids don’t ever play no more 
Our smiles are sore 
To make the story short 
I hope it won’t be long 
Before I’ll be back home 

Big cities see shadows rise 

Take me to the train station I’m leaving 
Here the buzzing sounds of cars 
Haven’t fed me much food so far 
I think about the folks I miss 
About you and the kids 
And the river that flows 
But I’m where money grows 
I’ll try to send you some soon 
I picture you in your white dress 
After all, it’s sunday afternoon 

Big cities see shadows rise