Brooks & Dunn - Hurt Train lyrics

Riding on a hurt train

Making tracks

Riding on a hurt train

Ain't no turning back

I'm out here on a hurt train

The moaning of the rails

Seems like a sad song

Last call farewell

A hundred tons of cold steel

Rusting in the rain

The singing of the rolling wheels

Are calling out her name

That whistle keeps blowing

That high lonesome sound

It tells me where I'm going

Is gonna be a long way down

Riding on a hurt train

Making tracks

Riding on a hurt train

Ain't no turning back

I'm out here on a hurt train

The moaning of the rails

Seems like a sad song

Last call farewell

Now here I sit loaded

Wondering what went wrong

The whiskey I can hold it

I just don't know how long

A hundred tons of cold steel

Rusting in the rain

The singing of the rolling wheels

Are calling out her name

Riding on a hurt train

Making tracks

Riding on a hurt train

Ain't no turning back

I'm out here on a hurt train

The moaning of the rails

Seems like a sad song

Last call farewell

Ain't no turning back, no turning back, no turning back