Evening Sun

Well the alley dogs are barking

Chickens crowing down the lane

And I feel just like that hipster

With his mournful low refrain

With the sun down on my shoulders

Just a hanging around the yard

I'm leaving here tomorrow

Gonna catch an empty car

There's a thousand constellations

In that brilliant, beaming sky

But the Earth is just one station

On that lonesome, starry line

There's a distant whistle blowing

Down a rusty stretch of track

And i'm just an empty coal car

On that train not coming back

Well I hate to see that evening sun go down

Well it's lonesome coming down my trail

Well I know this train will take me where i'm bound

But I hate to see that evening sun go down

Well the sidewalks have their streetlamps

And the city has a glow

And the poor boy has the moonlight

Walking in his shadow

But the night time can't be trusted

To return the morning sun

And my eyes have not adjusted

To this black face I got on

Well I hate to see that evening sun go down

Well it's lonesome coming down my trail

Well I know this train will take me where i'm bound

But I hate to see that evening sun go down

Well the night time makes you lonesome

For that early morning sun

For the light upon the engine

Reaching towards the dawn

You can spend your whole life racing

Down rusty railroad lines

It's the setting sun you're chasing

In that dark and rolling sky

Yes I hate to see that evening sun go down

Well it's lonesome coming down my trail

Well I know this train will take me where i'm bound

But I hate to see that evening sun go down

Yes I hate to see that evening sun go down