Standing at the station, Waiting for the train Hope I get to Alabama, Long before it rains But without warning....without warning..
Heading for the border, Rattling through the plains Wheels of steel go round and round, the towns had many names But without warning ...without warning
The sun went down, The sunset through the trees The moon a million miles high, That’s what a hope I see..
Old cars in the canyons, Poppies in the fields A swagger in the boxcar, Sure knows how it feels but without warning...without warning
He jumps from the boxcar, To the ground below He waves as he staggers, Off along the road But without warning...without warning
