Lyrics
Well, I'm homeward bound from Texas. Ridding on this train,,, steel wheels on the cold rails. Bring me home again, tell my lady grace and little boy ace ,that I'm on my way back home. My fight is done in Texas, never going back again . I have my boots and my pistols too, my Stetson with my name, I'm homeward, bound from Texas. In a pine box on a train,, when I get home ,and the praying is done . Take me please to my grave ,near the river,,, in the shade ,,,because I'm coming home from Texas. Riding on this train , in a pine box built tight with rusty nails. Riding on these cold rails, I'll be home from Texas on this train.