Tekster:
Alan Jackson Freight Train

Lace-up boots and faded jeans A homemade sandwich, a half jug of tea Average Joe, average pay Same ol' end and same ol' day But there's nothing wrong

I could get used to this lovin' thing The way you call my name, in love's embrace I could get used to you everyday And your tender ways, I kinda like

You got the last of all your stuff You got your car cranked up And I guess there ain't a thing that I can say I'm thinking as I'm standing here And suddenly

I'll go on loving you 'till the end [Alan] The years and miles may separate you from me [Lee Ann] The pain may lessen more as time goes by [Alan]

We started out and life was perfect I never thought our love would change But years of ups and downs made a difference It's not the same as it was yesterday