[G]Well, I went out to Ashton Place, left N[C]ashville for a while
Took my [G]fishin pole, some cold tall boys, and my [D]old South Georgia smile
[G]Saw a diner on the way there, stopped [C]in for a bite to eat
You'll [F]never guess who [C]sat right next to [G]me
He wasn't in a shade of black, no hat upon his head
The only way I knew it was John was that grin that he was wearin'
He said, "Son, this ain't no diner, its a different way of life
But if you play your song, you can come inside."
Cause music w[C]ill keep changing, as long as[G] grass will grow
So [D]put your ears to the track, you'll [G]hear that whistle blow
[C]tell all of those pretty boys to [G]put their guitars [Em]down
There's a [F]new train [C]rollin' into [G]town
There's a [F]new train [C]rollin' into [G]town
Oh my cousin won't you look around this room
Waylon's at the jukebox, and Willie?s making brew
Robert Keen and Son Volt bringing in the newer ears
Yes, young outlaws are always welcome here
Chorus
Solo
So if your feeling Haggard like your on desolation road
And your panic-strickin? brothers are starting to get old
Just take the lead out of your shoes, sit right down and sing the blues
And thank the Lord that trains a-comin' soon
Chorus
Took my [G]fishin pole, some cold tall boys, and my [D]old South Georgia smile
[G]Saw a diner on the way there, stopped [C]in for a bite to eat
You'll [F]never guess who [C]sat right next to [G]me
He wasn't in a shade of black, no hat upon his head
The only way I knew it was John was that grin that he was wearin'
He said, "Son, this ain't no diner, its a different way of life
But if you play your song, you can come inside."
Cause music w[C]ill keep changing, as long as[G] grass will grow
So [D]put your ears to the track, you'll [G]hear that whistle blow
[C]tell all of those pretty boys to [G]put their guitars [Em]down
There's a [F]new train [C]rollin' into [G]town
There's a [F]new train [C]rollin' into [G]town
Oh my cousin won't you look around this room
Waylon's at the jukebox, and Willie?s making brew
Robert Keen and Son Volt bringing in the newer ears
Yes, young outlaws are always welcome here
Chorus
Solo
So if your feeling Haggard like your on desolation road
And your panic-strickin? brothers are starting to get old
Just take the lead out of your shoes, sit right down and sing the blues
And thank the Lord that trains a-comin' soon
Chorus
