| It’s nine o’clock at this old station |
| And my silver linin' ride is right on time |
| And as I buy myself a one-way ticket |
| For somewhere else on down the line |
| And I see that on their faces |
| Of a people that will never come home |
| And when I stare into the mirror, mama |
| See myself all alone |
| And did you ever stop to wonder |
| About the times that she laid by your side |
| When you know that I was right |
| And you finally realize |
| You took a left turn on a red light |
| Sun shines down on the desert |
| And it seems to make my life a haze |
| And I dream of my childhood sweetheart |
| And the freedom that I had in those days |
| When I wake from all my dreamin' |
| Will this boxcar always be my lonely home, yeah |
| Well I don’t know where I am |
| And I really don’t give a damn |
| This crazy life of mine will soon be gone |
| And did you ever stop to wonder |
| About the times that she laid by your side |
| When you know that I was right |
| And you finally realize |
| You took a left turn on a red light |
| (Solo) |
| Well it’s nine o’clock at this old station |
| Once again my ride is right on time |
| And as I buy myself another ticket, Lord |
| For somewhere else on down the line |
| Well I’ll always be a rambler |
| Well the ones I love always keep tellin' me |
| You stare too long in the mirror, son |
| Someday you’ll be too blind to see |
| And now I can stop my wonderin' |
| About the times that she laid by my side |
| Now I know that I was right |
| And I finally realize |
| I took a left turn on a red light |