Coming On Whistles
I walked a mile, ran a mile
Hitched a mile, paused awhile
Smiled like a neon sign
Those coming on whistles blowing down the line

Tramplin dust through every town
Stormcracked and scuffled down
Thanks for these boots of mine
Those coming on whistles blowing down the line

There's a land I'm thinking
Big pictures they appeared
Wide open spaces
For me there

I walked a mile, jogged a mile
Hopped a milе, stopped a while
The hat just suits mе fine
For those coming on whistles blowing down the line