Good Old American Guest

Well I'm longing to ride on a freight train

Put a slouch hat down low on my ears

I'm yearning to leave this old town on the flight

And loose all my troubles and cares

In this day of airplanes and highways

Hey, the slow way is sometimes the best

I'm longing to ride on a freight train

And be a good old American guest

Yes, I wanna live on the land that I've loved and I've labored for

And spend a few days headed west

I'm longing to ride on a freight train

And be a good old American guest, alright Martyn

Well, the pressures of life, they got to me

And they got down and deep in my soul

I'm tired of the rat-race

Wanna go back to the slow pace

And hear a fast train rattle and roll

I wanna live out my days like a hobo

And take myself that long-needed rest

Hey, hey, I'm longing to ride on a freight train

And be a good old American guest

Yes, I wanna live on the land that I've loved and I've labored for

And spend a few days headed west

I'm longing to ride on a freight train

And be a good old American guest

Oh, yes, I'm longing to ride on a freight train

And be a good old American guest

Oh yeah