There’s a cold wind blowin’
Blowin‘ ‘cross my mind
And there’s no way of knowin’
If I can stop myself in time
Where the green grass is growin’
And a man can be alone
And the seasons are flowin’
Showin’ me the way back home
Wish I was a-riding on a one-way train tonight
Riding on the rhythm of the rails
Fadin’ out of sight
Riding first class on the Albuquerque Sante Fe line
Haven’t been home in a long, long time
Chorus
Rocky Mountain Railway
Rocky Mountain Railway
Rocky Mountain Railway
Rocky Mountain Railway
Seven forty seven comin’ out of the morning rain
Brought me here a year ago
And taking me back home again
Tomorrow afternoon at mountain standard time
I’ll be a hundred feet above timberline
