Special

(Jerry Foster - Bill Rice)



The only thing I really own

Is what you see me wearing on my back

The only friends I've ever known

Are the kind you meet along a railroad track.



The kind you bum tabacco from

And view the world through a boxcar door

A friend who talks and makes you laugh

Has nothing much but gives you half

And maybe you don't see him anymore.



Special, I hear your lonesome whistle whine

It's calling me,

Special, keep moving me on down the line.



My mackinaw is full of holes

And ain't too good at keepin' out the cold

My shoes are worn as paper thin

My feet can feel the cinders through the soles.



Sometimes I see a pretty girl

And wonder what I've missed along the way

Once someone special wore my ring

And loved me more than anything.



I gave her up and caught a train one day

Special, I had a special girl one time

Now she's not mine

Special keep moving me on down the line...