Gas station neon sign, orange and white
winks an eye and it whispers 'Goodnight'
drunk on the train to Chicago, I feel alright

half-pint of dewar's white label still half full
the train lurches left, lurches right
drunk on the train to Chicago, I feel alright


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 $$#
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
and everybody's spinning round


Bells ring and lights flicker
old girlfriends, good liquor
hold my hand all through the night

drunk on the train to Chicago,
I feel alright
I feel alright