Released as Ep. (Greendirt Rail Rider)
Album: Greendirt Experience
Writer Erik Sakshaug
Well, that there woman I was supposed to meet, a long time ago
She must have been just like me chasing dreams traveling across the country
Hopping them trains and railways hustling the beat to the shuffling feet
Just a hobo beatnik babe busking her way city street to city street, in the summer heat
Well, that there playing’s not a crime, play and say whatever you want at any given time
Lay down the rhythm for the days laid down dime
And she’’ keep on moving further down the line
Ridin that number 9
Must have just missed each other, maybe of old ole Tennessee
She must probably been coming in from the west coast, the pacific scene
As I was probably headed north no longer needing the safety of the southern breeze
She was rolling on in all tough, not a lot of stuff, just here ukulele
Waking up early, staying up late playing sixteen hours straight, passing out on the concreate, daily
Gutter punk buzz cut one dreadlock and her armpit hear
Living and roaming where she wants, when she wants whichever way that was then and there
A Carhartt dirty kid coming of age and riding the wave deep within the pine
Ridin that number 9
Well, I know I missed her and her wild sideshow, so
Oh, me oh my oh both on the go, go, go like so
Well, just a twist that’s the way it is you know
Well hell, maybe we will meet in the middle of age, start a new chapter on a fresh new page
I know that when we finally meet with our worn-down eyes and many miles on our feet
We will be complete
We can sit around sing songs and share stories of our history in time
Ridin that number 9