♪ From where I sit, I hear the midnight train It makes me tired, but sets my mind to dream My life's been a long and rocky trail Trace my steps from this old windowsill Took to ramblin' back in 29 Jumped a moped car one still hot night Left a sweetheart, guess she cried All the west wind felt so free that night Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh ♪ Ten years on that freedom took a run From the fool whose finger cocked the gun Boy to man, to God, to fugitive What a precious thing that freedom is Just an old man waiting here to die From this window barn and dreams I ride Back again to where I lost my way Too late now to say I should have stayed Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh ♪
