Written by Neil Young



See the sky about to rain

Locomotive pull the train

Whistle blowin through my brain

Signals curling on an open plain

Rolling down the track again

See the sky, about to rain



Some are bound for happiness

Some are bound for glory

Some are bound to live with less

Who can tell your story



See the sky about to rain

Locomotive pull the train

Whistle blowin through my brain

Signals curling on an open plain

Rolling down the track again

See the sky, about to rain



I was down in Dixie land

Played a silver fiddle

Played it loud and then the man

broke it down the middle

See the sky about to rain