(Clarke / Sylvester / Hicks) Going down to take a ride on the Rock Island Line I'm gonna meet an old friend of mine It's gonna be a fine ride if only I can hide from the man who guards the freighting line I've got two thousand miles to go where I want to be Lady luck stay with me I wanna be there I gotta be there
Oh, sweet country calling, calling me its way Come and bathe in cool clear waters, wash the city dirt away Oh, sweet country calling, I've got something to say When I get back to you, I won't let you down This time I'm gonna stay
I wanna hear, hear the bluegrass I wanna breathe in the mountain air I gotta take in all that moonshine But most of all I wanna see a friend of mine
Last time I saw her she was waving me goodbye heading on down the line She said Come on along, I decided to stay Now I know I was wrong That's why I'm playing with fate riding this freight Lady luck please stay with me I wanna be there I gotta be there
