Eight Hours Time

Well this old freight car ain't getting' any warmer, If my toes don't freeze off, heaven's on my side. I ain't got much to help me make it through, All I've got to keep me warm is your name. And I'll say it every little while, I'll say it to make me think of your sweet smile I'll forget about the cold and, so I'm told, I'll be back home in about eight hours time. Now that I've finished my last can of beans About fourteen towns ago, And though the travelin' ain't first class I'm sure glad to be on my way back home to you. And I'll say it every little while, I'll say it to make me think of your sweet smile Well my bones are tired and sore But I know I'll reach your door I'll be back home in about eight hours time. I'll be back home in about eight hours time. Well this old freight car ain't getting' any warmer, If my toes don't freeze off, heaven's on my side. I ain't got much to help me make it through, All I've got to keep me warm is your name, Well, all I've got to keep me warm is your name Sure wish I had a fire just the same.