that old
   mystery train
  rolling
down the tracks
     way past Memphis
on thru Tennessee
  the sound of
those guitars
  in the night
     biting
       through old beat up
Fender amps
   piercing the night
piercing through the
  the late night heat &
   humidity
        on to morning
 when a little cool relief
  breeze blowing
      riding that train
with the wind
  blowing through your
   hair
 meet my baby at the gate