Well the alley dogs are barking Chickens crowing down the lane And I feel just like that hipster With his mournful low refrain With the sun down on my shoulders Just a hanging around the yard I'm leaving here tomorrow Gonna catch an empty car There's a thousand constellations In that brilliant, beaming sky But the Earth is just one station On that lonesome, starry line There's a distant whistle blowing Down a rusty stretch of track And i'm just an empty coal car On that train not coming back Well I hate to see that evening sun go down Well it's lonesome coming down my trail Well I know this train will take me where i'm bound But I hate to see that evening sun go down Well the sidewalks have their streetlamps And the city has a glow And the poor boy has the moonlight Walking in his shadow But the night time can't be trusted To return the morning sun And my eyes have not adjusted To this black face I got on Well I hate to see that evening sun go down Well it's lonesome coming down my trail Well I know this train will take me where i'm bound But I hate to see that evening sun go down Well the night time makes you lonesome For that early morning sun For the light upon the engine Reaching towards the dawn You can spend your whole life racing Down rusty railroad lines It's the setting sun you're chasing In that dark and rolling sky Yes I hate to see that evening sun go down Well it's lonesome coming down my trail Well I know this train will take me where i'm bound But I hate to see that evening sun go down Yes I hate to see that evening sun go down
Well the alley dogs are barking Chickens crowing down the lane And I feel just like that hipster With his mournful low refrain With the sun down on my shoulders Just a hanging around the yard I'm leaving here tomorrow Gonna catch an empty car There's a thousand constellations In that brilliant, beaming sky But the Earth is just one station On that lonesome, starry line There's a distant whistle blowing Down a rusty stretch of track And i'm just an empty coal car On that train not coming back Well I hate to see that evening sun go down Well it's lonesome coming down my trail Well I know this train will take me where i'm bound But I hate to see that evening sun go down Well the sidewalks have their streetlamps And the city has a glow And the poor boy has the moonlight Walking in his shadow But the night time can't be trusted To return the morning sun And my eyes have not adjusted To this black face I got on Well I hate to see that evening sun go down Well it's lonesome coming down my trail Well I know this train will take me where i'm bound But I hate to see that evening sun go down Well the night time makes you lonesome For that early morning sun For the light upon the engine Reaching towards the dawn You can spend your whole life racing Down rusty railroad lines It's the setting sun you're chasing In that dark and rolling sky Yes I hate to see that evening sun go down Well it's lonesome coming down my trail Well I know this train will take me where i'm bound But I hate to see that evening sun go down Yes I hate to see that evening sun go down
