Theres a southern train leavin' here this mornin' Its headin south at ten fourty-five I want to be on board that engine when it leaves here And ride her back home to Caroline I want to feel that southern sunshine on my shoulders And visit with those friends I used to know I want to sit down on the front porch with my mother And sing those gospel songs that she loves so I want to walk those mountain trails and smell that laurel Take off my shoes and wade those mountain streams And lesiten to the pine trees as they whisper Welcome home my son, its not a dream Well I missed that southen train again this mornin' This old cell'll be my home a long long time But if I die now up here in this prison Let me ride her back home one more time