One, two, three, four, there you go.They shovel in the coal that turn the mountains byMy baby's on that train and she ain't coming backThat lonesome whistle lets me know they won't turn aroundAnd there's nothing I can do about it nowRolling, rolling, rolling and they ain't slowing downThey keep rolling, rolling, rollingAnd there's nothing I can do about it nowThat steel's cold to touch as I hammered on the sideTicket please if you want a rideThey kicked me off and carried my loadDown to the next townAnd there's nothing I can do about it nowRolling, rolling, rolling and they ain't slowing downThey keep rolling, rolling, rollingAnd there's nothing I can do about it nowYeah!I'm a full grown man, I don't like to cryTried to hold them back but I done lost the fightNow they're running from my eyes on this cold, cold groundAnd there's nothing I can do about it nowRolling, rolling, rolling and they ain't slowing downThey keep rolling, rolling, rollingAnd there's nothing I can do about it nowRolling, rolling, rolling and they ain't slowing downThey keep rolling, rolling, rollingAnd there's nothing I can do about it nowNo, there's nothing I can do about it nowYeah!Woo!Hey!Yeah, hey! Alright, alright.Thank you.