Текст песни Travis Tritt - Dixie Flyer
Travis Tritt - Dixie Flyer слова песни
(Susan Longacre/Jim Photoglo/Russell Smith)Well the first thing I remember is the smell of burnin` cindersAnd the sound of that old whistle on the windI always wondered where the train was goingBut I never cared at all where it had beenYeah the first chance I got, I was gone like a shotFollowing that old dream of mineMy only desire was to catch that flyerAnd ride it to the end of the lineMy life is like a Dixie FlyerShe don`t ever look backSo pour on the coalLet the good times rollTill the train runs out of trackFull speed ahead no I ain`t stoppin` yetI feel that drivin` wheel down in my soulI been some places where the train don`t stopSome places where the train don`t even goYeah some are satisfied just to sit on the sideAnd watch as the trains roll byThat ain`t me, there`s too much to seeGonna roll until the day that I dieMy life is like a Dixie FlyerShe don`t ever look backSo pour on the coalLet the good times rollTill the train runs out of trackTill the train runs out of trackTill the train runs out of track