Lyrics to song Riding down from Bangor on an Eastern Train?

Answer 1

using rhyming Maine and train, and Bangor as an edge destination - first appeared in the popular 1871 song Riding Down From Bangor (or Riding Up From Bangor) by Louis Shreve Osborne. The lyric goes: "Riding down from Bangor in an eastern train, after six weeks of hunting in the woods of Maine".[92] It was recorded in Britain and South Africa, though never in the United States

What about Southbound Train by Travis Tritt?

Travis Tritt Southbound Train lyrics

Well she was born in a north woods town

Twenty-one winters ago

And she grew tired of the freezing cold

And living in the blinding snow

But this girl new she wouldn't be there long

'Cause she had plans and dreams

And she'd seen pictures of the sunshine state

In the pages of the magazine

So she waited them tables and she used her smile

Saving every penny she can

For a one-way dixie bound Amtrak ticket

Headed for the promise land

Her momma and daddy begged her not to go

When the day she dreamed of came

And she waved goodbye sittin' way up high

From the window of a southbound train

Now she's got a fire burnin' deep inside

Ridin' on a southbound train

And the clickity-clack of that railroad track

Only helps to fan the flames

No more worries, no more cares

She left them up in Bangor,Maine

Now she's startin' a brand new life

Ridin' on a southbound train

She said, 'Hello sun, good mornin' Daytona

You're sure lookin' good to me

With your ocean breeze and your tall palm trees

And your southern hospitality'

Now she's a knockout queenie in a string bikini

She's drivin' all the boys insane

And this all started with a small town dream

And a ticket on a southbound train

'Cause she had a fire burnin' deep inside

Ridin' on a southbound train

And the clickity-clack of the railroad track

Only helped to fan the flames

Nor more worries, no more cares

She left them up in Bangor, Maine

Yeah she likes the boys with a southern drawl

Soakin' up the sunshine, havin' a ball

She'll be the first to tell you that she owes it all

To ridin' on a southbound train

Could it be Roger Miller's King of the Road?

Trailer for sale or rent

Rooms to let...fifty cents.

No phone, no pool, no pets

I ain't got no cigarettes

Ah, but..two hours of pushin' broom

Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room

I'm a man of means by no means

King of the road.

Third boxcar, midnight train

Destination...Bangor, Maine.

Old worn out clothes and shoes,

I don't pay no union dues,

I smoke old stogies I have found

Short, but not too big around

I'm a man of means by no means

King of the road.

I know every engineer on every train

All of their children, and all of their names

And every handout in every town

And every lock that ain't locked

When no one's around.

I sing,

Trailers for sale or rent

Rooms to let, fifty cents

No phone, no pool, no pets

I ain't got no cigarettes

Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom

Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room

I'm a man of means by no means

King of the road.