Boston-Portland Line

Rolling back the memories

In a hazy state of mind

Trying to recall it all

Now fading back in time

A picture of a simple place

Where the maple flows like wine

Hold on boys, I'm making noise

On the Boston-Portland line

(...)

Evergreen, remember me?

I've been away too long

Living hard in city bars

And singing highway songs

I'm gonna walk your rocky coast

I'm gonna soak in ocean brine

Northern-bound from Ol' Beantown

On the Boston-Portland line

She's what I need

Although she's a little older

She runs easy

Like a breeze across my shoulder

She's tearing like a bullet

Running cleaner than the rain

She's a blade, you ain't gonna dull it

She's a hard, hard working train

On the day I'm done with traveling

I'll be walking stride with Death

Gonna kick back, laugh, tip my hat

And give him my last request

Death, place me and my guitar

In a boxcar made of pine

And fill my cup, I'm hauling up

On the Boston-Portland line

Yeah, shoot me straight to Heaven's gate

On the Boston-Portland line