This Song

I was born in the backwoods, baby
Folks said "Son, you'd better move along"
I took a train on the night road, baby
Nothing's gonna keep me from singing this song

The train rolled to a lonely station
Misty Monday morning about a quarter to one
I looked around, what were all the people singing?
They were standing there, singing this song

This song, this song, this song
They were standing there, singing this song

Stepped up to the ticket counter
I said into the wicket "Better take this one"
He said "Son, you've got the last seat on it
Better get aboard and start singing this song"

This song, this song, this song
They were standing there, singing this song

Now we're moving about ninety miles an hour
Moving through the country, oh what a sight
All the people there, they were still singing
They were standing there, singing with all of their might

This song, this song, this song
They were standing there, singing this song
This song, this song, this song
They were standing there, singing this song
They were standing there, singing this song
They were standing there, singing this song