Paroles: This Bike Is A Pipe Bomb. Front Seat Solidarity. Trains And Cops.

I live down by the railroad tracks.
one of these days i wanna hop on board a train rolling down the line.
i won't care where it takes me because as long as i'm moving fast,
call it easy riding, call it hard traveling;
i won't mind. i won't mind at all where i'm going.
it can take me east or west i don't care.
by that time i'll be glad to be most anywhere.
don't that sound quite alright by me.
i won't mind at all where i'm going.
there's a police station just down the street from here.
i imagine one day there's gonna be a good ol' boy
trying to pick me up for something i didn't do.
i won't care where he takes me. as long as i'm still alive,
as long as i'm still breathing and my fingers are picking out songs i won't mind.
i won't mind at all where i'm going. he can haul my ass to jail i don't care.