Well the first thing I remember is the smell of burnin` cinders
And the sound of that old whistle on the wind
I always wondered where the train was going
But I never cared at all where it had been
Yeah the first chance I got, I was gone like a shot
Following that old dream of mine
My only desire was to catch that flyer
And ride it to the end of the line
My life is like a Dixie Flyer
She don`t ever look back
So pour on the coal
Let the good times roll
Till the train runs out of track
Full speed ahead no I ain`t stoppin` yet
I feel that drivin` wheel down in my soul
I been some places where the train don`t stop
Some places where the train don`t even go
Yeah some are satisfied just to sit on the side
And watch as the trains roll by
That ain`t me, there`s too much to see
Gonna roll until the day that I die
My life is like a Dixie Flyer
She don`t ever look back
So pour on the coal
Let the good times roll
Till the train runs out of track