Dickey Lee
Special
The only thing I really own is what you see me wearing on my backThe only friends I've ever known are the kind you meet along a railroad trackThe kind you bum tobacco from and see the world through a boxcar doorA friend who talks and makes you laugh has nothing much but gives you halfAnd maybe you don't see him anymoreSpecial I hear your lonesome whistle whineSpecial keep moving me on down the lineMy mackinaw's full of holes and ain't too good at keeping out the coldMy shoes are worn as paper thin my feet can feel the cinders through the solesSometimes I see a pretty girl wonder what I've missed along the wayOnce someone special wore my ring loved me more than anythingI gave her up and caught a train one daySpecial I had a special girl on time Special keep moving me on down the lineSpecial I hear your lonesome
From Letras Mania