Rolling thunder and pouring rain

It’s enough to drive a man insane

Sleeping under this broken train

Three lonely months out from the heartland

Takes you apart until there

Ain’t no way to put it back again

Just about dried up in ’93

Living hard but we were living free

Digging under this company

Come morning, wakin’ to the whistle

Night fallin’, whiskey calling

Wasting time waitin’ for the end

CHORUS

They tell me half a pound tomorrow

Never beat an ounce today

Half the time you borrow

No one’s giving it away

Tell me, friend, now if you had the time

Would you spend it all on something fine

Or keep on waiting for what’s in line

I’d give up everything I found here

Just for a hope that I can hold on to for another day

Last train leavin’, I’m climbing on

Come the winter it’ll be all gone

Gamblers, ghosts, and forgotten songs

All lost to a half a pound of silver

And it weighs like iron on this mind today, no matter what you say