Eight Hours Time Lyrics

Well this old freight car ain't getting' any warmer,
If my toes don't freeze off, heaven's on my side.
I an't got much to help me make it through,
All I've got to keep me warm is your name.
And I'll say it every little while,
I'll say it to make me think of your sweet smile
I'll forget about the cold and, so I'm told,
I'll be back home in about eight hours time.

Now that I've finished my last can of beans
About fourteen towns ago,
And though the travelin' ain't first class
I'm sure glad to be back on my way back home to you.
And I'll say it every little while,
I'll say it to make me think of your sweet smile
Well my bones are tired and sore
But I know I'll reach your door
I'll be back home in about eight hours time.
Well this old freight car ain't getting' any warmer,
If my toes don't freeze off, heaven's on my side.
I ain't got much to help me make it through,
All I've got to keep me warm is your name,
Well, all I've got to keep me warm is your name
Sure wish I had a fire just the same.