Hem - Betting On Trains lyrics

Someone's waving someone's counting
Someone's leaving

There's fifty dollars on this pony
Chase him down these tracks
Well won't nobody take my business
I'll teach you how to come back

I saw one hundred miles of steel
Over wood and let her go
I filled my pockets up with coal black
With mud and let her go

I'll throw my hat off when I beat you
Find it when you're gone

There's straw and cotton around the station
I'll make myself a new one

I held a silver dollar tight inside
My fist and let you go
I've counted all the things I've lost that
Point to this and let you go

The whistle's sounding you are leaving
I am counting