Is it the steel on steel

Or the perfect imperfections

Of steel rails laid on wooden ties

That create the rockin all night long

From Washington to Savannah

Comforting babies, mamas, old folks

On their way home to North and South Carolina

And Georgia where families 'n kin 'n home

Left long ago still wait neath ancient spreading oaks

Over tin roofed houses for loved ones gone north

Each all night ride is a sojourn of the body 

Following the soul to all the soul and heart's markers

Greens and beans, baptismal basins, the graves

All the markers of life but the money and material 

That makes life whole even while simple and plain

The grass ain't greener, but the foldin money is

So we spend a lifetime to get back where we started

Photo   Peter Halasz    Creative Commons 2.0