I can strum a little, I can hold a chord
This ain't the gospel, and I ain't the Lord
I'm no holy roller, but for what it's worth
My freedom's a train ride to heaven on earth

It's not just a train
It's saying goodbye, saying hello
To where we have been, where we might go
It's what we have passed, what we might see
It's not just a train, it's freedom to me

Kids flattening pennies as the ironhorse rolls by
Between the trains I see an old man, a face full of smiles
Young woman crying as her lover leaves
Gun on his shoulder and stripes on his sleeve

It's not just a train
It's saying goodbye, saying hello
To where we have been, where we might go
It's what we have passed, what we might see
It's not just a train, it's freedom to me

Through a crack in the the slats, a harvest moon shines
On Harper Lee's pages I turn to kill time
The car toads are waiting for me at the station
To give the bum's rush to a frost bitten boy

It's not just a train
It's saying goodbye, saying hello
People we've passed, people we'll see
It's not just a train, it's freedom to me
It's freedom to me
It's freedom to me
Freedom...