A Tale of a Steel Rail

Lately, my life's been on the road. I miss my girl, but I had to leave her, 'cause there was too much wanderlust in me. Obviously, she wants me back, 'cause she sent me that letter, and a railroad ticket, to take me to her lovin' arms. Lord, how I miss those arms. Course, when I get to a games table, it all goes by the by. One too many games, and I lose the shirt off my back. When I get a couple drinks in me, it's all too easy to lose my judgement, and so often I do. My girl's said I shouldn't do the gambling, but I can't help it. Of course, in a situation such as this,I feel the guilt, more than anything. I gambled my ticket away last night, for another goddamn drink. It's not that I love it, but I can't stop myself when I'm gambling, no matter what the stake. I want that big steel rail to carry me home to the one I love, where she'll have a home cooked meal waitin' for me, and I'll rest my head in her lovin' arms. Lord, I hope it don't take long.