Sellin' it across the sea to Japan,
See the mighty wheels of progress turn
and the lanes of commerce run
it flows from the land of the rising sun
All across this mighty country, friends,
the oak trees turn to gold
We can't afford our timber,
Cause the foreigners own houses,
lifestyle like ours they see
So we trade our own resources
So get on board the highland light train
And ride to hell or glory,
it makes no never mind to me
This train should not crowd it
and the ticket fare is free
But it's a long, hot, dusty
Some say that the great invention of all time
It was the wheel, his progress,
kind friends, now we must toil
to the idolistic god of Arab oil
on the old Browns Ferry Shore
See the TV, a nuclear reactor,
I'm just sending out the kilowatts
down the Girdard Peak load line
and a threat to all mankind
So get on board the Highland Light train
And right to hell the glory
makes no never mind to me
and the ticket fare is free
But it's a long, hot, ride
So get on board the Highland Light train
And ride to hell or glory,
This train, she's not crowded
and the ticket fare is free
But it's a long, hot, dusty ride