Train A-Travelin'

Bob Dylan

(Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

Folkways Studios, New York City NY - january/march 1963   

There's a iron train a-travelin' that's been a-rollin' thru the years
With a firebox of hatred an' a furnace full of fears
If you ever heard its sound or seen its blood-red broken frame
Then you heard my voice a-singin' an' you know my name.

Did you ever stop to wonder 'bout the hatred that it holds?
Did you ever see its passengers, its crazy mixed up souls?
Did you ever start a-thinkin' that you gotta stop that train?
Then you heard my voice a-singin' an' you know my name.

Do you ever get tired of the preachin' sounds of fear
When they're hammered at your head an' pounded in your ear?
Have you ever asked about it an' not been answered plain ?
Then you heard my voice a-singin' an' you know my name.

I'm wonderin' if the leaders of the nations understand
This murder-minded world that they're leavin' in my hands
Have you ever laid awake at nite an' wondered 'bout the same?
Then you heard my voice a-singin' an' you know my name.

Have you ever had it on your lips or said it in your head
That the person standin' next to you just might be misled?
Does the ravin' of the maniacs make your insides go insane?
Then you heard my voice a-singin' an' you know my name.

Do the kill-crazy bandits an' the haters get you down?
Does the preachin' an' the politics spin your head around?
Does the burnin' of the buses give your heart a pain?
Then you heard my voice a-singin' an' you know my name.