When all the rocks have turned into dust And our children's children question the trust And the greed of those gone on before them Will they think we were living in sin Don't want to leave around these ideas That complicate the matter and feed into fear Just want to leave some things that are good Yeah let them all know we did what we could They pulled up the tracks, tore out the tie And all I want to do is ride On a great southern rail, just fly the line Where magnolias blossom in June and July ♪ Once met a man by the side of the road He said, "Do what you do, don't do what you're told" The challenge to think up ideas for oneself And the challenge to spread them for modern day wealth A modern day warrior, pen as your sword Mind as your gun, writing the word Or speaking the truth to those who weren't told From your hometown or all around the world They pulled up the tracks, tore out the tie And all I want to do is ride On a great southern rail, just fly the line Where magnolias blossom in June and July They pulled up the tracks, tore out the tie And all I want to do is ride Ride, ride, ride, baby ride