STREAMLINED CANNON BALL
By Roy Acuff
A long steel rail, a short cross-tie
I'm on my way back home
I'm on a train, the king of them all
The Streamlined Cannon Ball
She moves along like a cannon ball
Like a star in its heavenly flight
This lonesome sound from the whistle you love
As she travels through the night
Her headlight gleams out in the night
The firebox flash you see
The blinds I ride, the life that I love
It's home sweet home to me
I can see the smile of the engineer
Although he's old and gray
A contented heart, he waits the call
Of the Streamlined Cannon Ball