Sound of Running

I dressed up as a good man I charmed with all my might I made you my girlfriend I made you my wife Yeah, we got ourselves a little place That I woke up to find A rolling iron boxcar That was taking me down the line Yeah, I'm carrying a lot of postcards I'm going west a while Through the fields of rusty train yards 'Til the rails run out of miles 'Til they put me on the Westbound Singing sweetly over me Your sound of being rebound And the rails will trouble me Got her sound in the distance And the sound of running is always on my feet Got her sound in the distance And the sound of running is always racing me I've passed some folks that never moved Though they're running every one And me, I'll run the mainlines until my racing's done 'Til they put me on the Westbound Singing sweetly over me Your sound of being rebound And the rails will trouble me Got her sounds in the distance And the sound of running is always on my feet Got her sound in the distance And the sound of running is always racing me Got her sounds in the distance And the sound of running is always on my feet Got her sound in the distance And the sound of running is always racing me