Lyrics
Verse 1 (8 lines) Sunrise creeping over Red Pine Hill, Rooster on the fence won’t ever sit still. Banjo on my back and a pack of dreams, Running down the trail by the rushing streams. Mama said, “Boy, chase what calls your name,” So I followed the whistle of the mountain train. Steel wheels singing through the valley below, Calling me onward wherever I go. Chorus Mountain train rollin’, take me away, Down the old ridgeline where the dawn turns day. If my boots get tired, let the fiddle lead on— I was born to keep ramblin’ till the night is gone. Verse 2 (8 lines) Smoke from the stack curls into the sky, Echoing the dreams that refused to die. Mandolin chopping like a heartbeat tight, Fiddle’s got a fire that’ll burn all night. Every mile marker is a tale untold, Stories of the young and the brave and bold. Wind in my face and the world feels new— Ridin’ that rhythm till the rails run through. Bridge (short, classic) If the trail gets dark and the road seems long, I trust that old train to carry my song. Final Chorus Mountain train rollin’, take me away, Down the old ridgeline where the dawn turns day. If my boots get tired, let the fiddle lead on— I was born to keep ramblin’ till the night is gone.
