I'm heading out of New York town on some old number nine

And up north the Hudson's wild and the sun begins to shine

And high noon, high tide, six string partner by my side

I don't think I ever had a better ride or at least I can't recall one

Two wholesome looking ladies, two rows back behind

Are picking on a dulcimer and the sound is soft and fine

Businessman, dapper Dan, grandpa with his candy hands

And he has done the best he can, we all must do the same

And the music from the dulcimer is a sad and a simple strain

Somewhere in my soul I know that God is on this train

I guess I should be somewhere else but where I just don't know

Where the women dance and sing and where the softer breezes blow

And where the grass is always green and the old folks don't grow old

But for now I'll ride and bide my time down here below

And the sweet sweet voice is singing and as I strain to hear

The music from the dulcimer is washing down like beer

The world of man sits and stands right here before my eyes

I see a young man warrior bound, I hear a young girl's sighs

And I see a couple lost in love, the old conductor stands above

And "Tickets please, this ride's not free, six hours to Montreal"

I'm heading out of New York town on some old number nine

And up north the Hudson's wild and the sun begins to shine

And high noon, high tide, six string partner by my side

I don't think I ever had a better ride or at least I can't recall one