• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• BOXCAR - Neil Young
• BOXCAR - Embassy
• BOXCAR - Ataris
• BOXCAR - Jawbreaker
• BOXCAR - Rosebuds
• BOXCAR - ATARIS l

I'm just a passenger
on this old freight train
I ride the boxcar
through the night
I doesn't matter
where I might get off
I doesn't matter where I lie.
I've been to cities,
I've been to countries
I've left a lover in many towns
I don't care if
I ever get back to
Where I'd already been around.
I'm like an eagle,
I like to fly high
I'm like a snake,
I like to lay low
I'm like a black man,
I'm like a white man
Maybe a red man, I don't know.
I'm just a passenger
on this old freight train
I ride the boxcar
through the night
I doesn't matter
where I might get off
I doesn't matter where I lie.

this one goes on to you,
all the reasons i know.
this one goes on to you,
i never had a clue.
so this is what i do,
this is the people i know,
you know i miss your touch,
when we ran out of love.
i gotta thorn in my side,
i never get it out.
i got things to hide,
i rather live without.
and after the boxcar's gone,
and into setting sun,
we split up in two,
just like my favourite tune.
i dont envy you you feel the same way..
and after the boxcar's gone,
and into setting sun,
we split up in two,
just like my favourite tune.

You're not punk, and I'm telling everyone. Save your breath I never was one. You don't know what I'm all about, like killing cops and reading Kerouac. My enemies are all too familiar, they're the ones who used to call me friend. I'm coloring outside your guidelines. I was passing out while you were passing out your rules. 1 2 3 4 who's punk what's the score? I've got a friend, her name is Boxcar. Cigarettes and beer in El Sob. Her hair was blue, but now its green. I like her mind, she hates the scene. You're all alone...

You're not punk, and I'm telling everyone.
Save your breath, I never was one.
You don't know what I'm all about.
Like killing cops and reading Kerouac.
My enemies are all too familiar.
They're the ones who used to call me friend.
I'm coloring outside your guidelines.
I was passing out when you were passing our your rules.
One. Two. Three. Four.
Who's punk what's the score?
Got a friend.
Her name is Boxcar.
Cigarettes and beer in El Sob.
Her hair was blue, now it's green.
I like her mind.
She hates the scene.
You're on your own.

Oh don’t speak dirty things (?)
I know you feel like we can go inside
We can talk in private here
Tell me now of how they used to be
But I'm not crazy I'm just a little boy
And you’re not crazy you're just a little girl
We can find an old boxcar
In the woods to make our home
We can make a broom of weeds
And brush and sweep daddi's away
We were banned to being small
We can find a place and raise ourselves
You be ill with so much guilt
But we’ve assume that they got better now
But I'm not crazy I'm just a little boy
And you’re not crazy you're just a little girl
We can find an old boxcar
In the woods to make our home
Make a bed of maple leaves
Sleep with doves on the door
On the sill what we need
Keep our milk in the stream
We can make a broom weeds

You're not punk, and I'm telling everyone. Save your breath I never was one. You don't know what I'm all about, like killing cops and reading Kerouac. My enemies are all too familiar, they're the ones who used to call me friend. I'm coloring outside your guidelines. I was passing out while you were passing out your rules. 1 2 3 4 who's punk what's the score? I've got a friend, her name is Boxcar. Cigarettes and beer in El Sob. Her hair was blue, but now its green. I like her mind, she hates the scene. You're all alone...