Train Called Music

I don't own no designer jeans, I don't wear Lucchese boots I walk a damn fine line between outlaw and country blues You know my daddy taught me how to raise a little hell Your fancy things and diamond rings don't mean that you got wealth Folks 'round here all know my name, cause I'm country to the core They all say it won't be long 'fore I'm number one on billboard But I'll play these songs and pack them halls, a new city every day And I'll still make it down to Nashville but I'll do it my own way On this train called Music that I'm riding fast as hell One day your playing sold out shows, the next you might derail And If that record man don't sign a deal here any day I'll go down to the crossroads and sign my soul away So many stops along these tracks that carry me away Playing fast and haulin' ass is how I plan to stay The whistle blows, the chimney smokes and were picking up some speed But we won't slow down till we're in your town, real country guaranteed On this train called Music that I'm riding fast as hell One day your playing sold out shows, the next you might derail And If that record man don't sign a deal here any day I'll go down to the crossroads and sign my soul away