No chords, but is this the song?


SLOW MOVING FREIGHT TRAIN
Hugh Moffatt/Song Media c/o Multimedia Music Group/BMI

I woke up this mornin' in the back of my Chevy again.
As broke and alone as I think that I ever have been.
No matter how I play these big city games I can't win.
Goin' back where a man still has meanin' and a friend is a friend.

Give me a long, slow movin' freight train.
Don't want a fast, high flyin' airplane.
Sing me a slow, lonesome old love song,
before too long, I'll be long gone.

Gonna pack up my suitcase and call up a few friends I know.
And I'll saddle that Chevy and drive her 'till she just won't go.
Then I'll catch me a slow freight that's headed for God only knows.
And forget all this livin' too fast and dyin' too slow.

Give me a long, slow movin' freight train.
Don't want a fast, high flyin' airplane.
Sing me a slow, lonesome old love song,
before too long, I'll be long gone.