text: I had a job, I had a girl
  I had something going, mister, in this world
  I got laid off down at the lumber yard
  Our love went bad. Times got hard
  Now I work down at the carwash
  Where all it ever does is rain
  Dont you feel like youre a rider on a downbound train?
  She just said Joe, I gotta go. We had it once. We aint got it any more.
  She packed her bags left me behind
  She bought a ticket on the Central Line
  Nights as I sleep, I hear that whistle whining
  I feel her kiss in the misty rain
  And I feel like Im a rider on a downbound train
  Last night I heard your voice
  You were crying, crying. You were so alone
  You said your love had never died
  You were waiting for me at home
  Put on my jacket, I ran through the woods
  I ran till I thought my chest would explode
  There in the clearing, beyond the highway
  In the moonlight, our wedding house shone
  I rushed through the yard. I burst through the front door
  My head pounding hard, up the stairs I climbed
  The room was dark. Our bed was empty
  Then I heard that long whistle whine
  And I dropped to my knees, hung my head, and cried
  Now I swing a sledge hammer on a railroad gang
  Knocking down them cross ties, working in the rain
  Now dont it feel like youre a rider on a downbound train?