The only thing I really own is what you see me wearing on my back The only friends I've ever known are the kind you meet along a railroad track The kind you bum tabacco from and see the world through a boxcar door A friend who talks and makes you laugh has nothing much but gives you half And maybe you don't see him anymore Special I hear your lonesome whistle whine Special keep moving me on down the line [ Steel ] My mackinaw's full of holes and ain't too good at keeping out the cold My shoes are worn as paper thin my feet can feel the cibders through the soles Sometimes I see a pretty girl wonder what I've missed along the way Once someone special wore my ring loved me more than anything I gave her up and caught a train one day Special I had a special girl on time Special keep moving me on down the line Special I hear your lonesome...