[Verse 1]
The only thing I really own
Is what you see me wearing on my back
The only friends I've ever known
Are the kind you meet along a railroad track
The kind you bum tobacco from
And view the world with through a boxcar door
A friend who talks and makes you laugh
Has nothing much but gives you half
Maybe you don't see him anymore

[Chorus]
Special, I hear your lonesome whistle whine
It's calling me
Special, keep moving me on down the line

[Verse 2]
My mackinaw is full of holes
And ain't too good at keepin' out the cold
My shoes are worn so paper-thin
My feet can feel the cinders through the soles
Sometimes I see a pretty girl
And wonder what I've missed along the way
Once someone special wore my ring
And loved me more than anything
I gave her up and caught a train one day
[Chorus]
Special, I had a special girl one time
Now she's not mine
Special, keep moving me on down the line