See the sky about to rain, broken clouds and rain
Locomotive, pull the train, whistle blowing 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 to glory
Some are bound to live with less, who can tell your story?

See the sky about to rain, broken clouds and rain
Locomotive, pull the train, whistle blowin' through my brain
Signals curlin' on an open plain, rollin' 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

See the sky is about to rain
See the sky is about to rain
Ah, ah, ah, ah