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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519913" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Freight Train Fever</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519913" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He put the handcuffs on me<br>behind my back, <br>threw me in the car<br>right beside the railroad tracks; <br>got in <br>and started sayin, <br>somethin bout ridin a train<br>without payin; <br>I didn't hear <br>anything else he said, <br>cause I was already 1,000 miles away<br>inside my head; <br>out there catchin<br>the next west-bound freight, <br>headin on<br>for another free state.<br>But now, here I am lyin with the drunks<br>on a cold jailhouse floor, <br>lookin through long steel bars<br>to the freedom waitin just beyond the door; <br>there's no one I could call<br>on the telephone, <br>so I'll just have to do my time<br>while tryin to find some words for a new poem; <br>gazing out through<br>a one by one window pane, <br>I hear the thunder<br>and see the dark rain; <br>wonderin why I do this<br>over and over again, <br>I can't come up with one good reason why it is<br>I must go chasin that same old wild-wind; <br>I guess it's just the way I am<br>somethin I've gotta do, <br>when my mind gets heavy<br>and my soul turns blue; <br>hitchin down the road<br>lookin for a ride to anywhere, <br>takin trails and boxcars<br>far away from mad worldly cares.<br>It's a fever <br>that I can't seem to explain... <br>why it is I love to ramble<br>and hop aboard lonely-moanin old trains.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Smoky+Hoss">Smoky Hoss</a></strong></div>