well the first thing i remember was the smell of burnin cinders and the sound of that old whistle on the wind i always wondered where the train was goin but i never cared at all where it had been yeah the first chance i got i was gone like a shot followin that old dream of mine my only desire was to catch that flyer and ride it to the end of the line chorus my life is like a dixie flyer she don t ever look back so pour on the coal let the good times roll till the train runs out of track instrumental full speed ahead no i ain t stoppin yet i feel that drivin wheel down in my soul i been some places where the train don t stop some places where the train don t even go yeah some are satisfied just to sit on the side and watch as the trains roll by that ain t me there s too much to see gonna roll until the day that i die chorus my life is like a dixie flyer she don t ever look back so pour on the coal let the good times roll till the train runs out of track till the train runs out of track yeah till the train runs out of track long instrumental to fade 