B Movie Boxcar Blues (Live)

Caught a ride into South Dakota With two girls in a light blue Desoto You know one name was Jane The other was plain But they both had racing motors Next I caught a ride with a gamblers wife She had a brand new laid down Rambler She stopped outside of town Laid the rambler down Said she sure could dig it if I rode her Said she sure could dig it if I rode her Doing my best to get back to you Ain't nothin' I'd rather do Look for me Sunday Gonna be there, honey With something special just for you Yeah, a little something special just for you At a truck stop for toothpick and water Caught a ride with a fruit picker's daughter I drove her through the night While the fruit got ripe She gave me all I could eat for a quarter Next I hopped a train with a Hobo woman Said, she was from Texas too The way she did, what she did when she did What she did to me, made me think of you Yeah, honey, made me think of you I'm doing my best to get back to you Ain't nothin' I'd rather do Look for me Sunday Hope I'll be there, honey With something special just for you Yeah, a little something special just for you I bet all my money on a race horse, baby One they said can't lose Now I'm walking down here in the freezing rain Trying to get to you, trying to get to you Doing everythin', I know how to do We're here in the freezing rain, honey Trying to get to you Yeah, I'm just trying to get to you Doing everythin', everythin' I know, how to do Walking down here in the freezing rain, honey Trying to get to you Yeah, trying to get to you I'm walking and I'm talking to myself And it's raining oh, I'm freezing me to death Thinkin' 'bout you, babe Thinkin' 'bout you, babe Thinkin' 'bout you, babe ...