@migu music@

Well I got on in Bristol, by the old Virginia line

With a suitcase full of dreams

And a brand new spendin' dime

I had a bouquet of music, wrapped in pretty words

Singin' songs sent down from Heaven

On the wings of a speckled bird

Wings of a speckled bird

I heard a guitar and a fiddle, banjo and mandolin

An old man opened up the door and told me, "come on in"

He took my ticket, then he told me

Bring what it is you do

'Cause that's how you'll be remembered

When your travelin' days are through

When your travelin' days are through

They came from the hills and mountains

The valleys and the plains

Some were kind and gentle

And some too wild to tame

A string of fearless hearts, on an endless ball of twine

It's the same old train, it's just a different time

Just a different time

We sung songs in war, we sung songs in peace

We traveled in abundance and we traveled on relief

From the outer gates of Heaven, to hell fire's burnin' door

It don't matter where you take it

'Cause it's been there before

It's been there before

They came from the hills and mountains

The valleys and the plains

Some were kind and gentle

And some too wild to tame

A string of fearless hearts, on an endless ball of twine

It's the same old train, it's just a different time

Just a different time

Now like a precious treasure, that's immeasurable in worth

We stand before a new wave, proud children of the earth

We'll go on forever, and here's your solid proof

As long as there's a world we've gotta sing

Those folks the truth

Sing those folks the truth

They came from the neon cities

The suburbs and the towns

Bakersfield to Baltimore

It's sacred holy ground

A string of fearless hearts, on an endless ball of twine

It's the same old train, it's just a different time

Just a different time

Just a different time

Just a different time

It's the same old train, it's just a different time

Same old train, just a different time