The Flaming Ember - Westbound 9 Lyrics
Catching the westbound number nineGonna leave this town, leave it far behindGonna leave while I've got my peace of mindOn the westbound number nineSittin on the bank of Holy Creek down by the county lineI can hear the sound of Old Boss and Lazy Horse - he's howlin right on timeHe's howlin at the sound of the #9 comin down the lineAnd my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nineAnd my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nineCatching the westbound number nineGonna leave this town, leave it far behindGonna leave while I've got my peace of mindOn the westbound number nineMy Pa is with his moonshine friendsDrinkin Deacon Jones bathtub ginDeacon Jones preachin about savin soulsYellin out how the whole town is full of sinBut like Pa and all the restHe tries to look down Bobbie Sues low-cut dressAnd my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nineAnd my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nineMa seems ashamed to look me in the faceAs if I was nothing but a past mistakeSince that night Pa came stubling inFull of the Deacons bathtub ginSwearin and a-cussin that I wasn't no kinI had his name but Ma knows what it should have beenWestbound number nineGonna leave this town, leave it far behindGonna leave while I've got my peace of mindOn the westbound number nineCatching the westbound number nineGonna leave this town, leave it far behindGonna leave while I've got my peace of mindOn the westbound number nine