Little Bill

Gas station neon sign, orange and white
Winks an eye and it whispers, "Goodnight."
Drunk on the train to Chicago, I feel all right

Half-pint of Dewar’s White Label still half-full
The train lurches left, lurches right
Drunk on the train to Chicago, I feel all right

     I left a New York
     Of gas bills and cigarette burns
     Wasted days of whiskey
     And "As the World Turns"

Train driver, hit the gas, shovel coal, move your ass
We’ve got a schedule to keep
Drunk on the train to Chicago, I fall asleep

     And in my dreams, we’re careening drunk
     Down the streets of my hometown
     The man in the moon is on benzedrine
     Merrily spinning around

Bells ring and lights flicker
Old girlfriends, good liquor
Hold my hand all through the night
Drunk on the train to Chicago,
I feel all right
I feel all right

— Drink Me, Train to Chicago