Lyrics:

[E] From old Montana down to Alabam'

I've [A] been before and I'll travel again

You [E] triflin' women can't keep a good man [B7] down

You [E] dealt the cards, but you missed the play

So [A] hit the road and be on your way

Gonna [E] board the Golden [B7] Rocket and leave this [E] town.



I was a good engine a-runnin' on time

But baby I'm switchin' to another line

So honey never hang your signal out for me

I'm tired of runnin' on the same old track

Bought a one-way ticket and I won't be back

This Golden Rocket's gonna roll my blues away.



Hear that lonesome whistle blow

That's your cue and by now you know

That I got another true lover waitin' in Tennessee

This Midnight Special's a-burnin' the rail

So woman don't try to follow my trail

This Golden Rocket's gonna roll my blues away.



Hear her thunder on through the night

This Golden Rocket is a-doin' me right

And that sunny old Southland sure is a part of me

Now from your call-board erase my name

Your fire went out, you done lost your flame

And this Golden Rocket is a-rollin' my blues away.



That old conductor, he seemed to know

You'd done me wrong, I was feelin' low

For he yelled aloud, 'We're over that Dixon Line'

The brakeman started singing a song

Said 'You're worried now, but it won't be long

This Golden Rocket is leavin' your blues behind.'



Then the porter yelled with his southern drawl

Let's 'rise and shine, good mornin', you-all'

And I sprang to my feet to greet the new-born day

When I kissed my baby in the station door

That whistle blew like it never before

On the Golden Rocket that rolled my blues away.