There’s a wound in the hill  
where they haul the coal  
There’s a needle in the dirt  
Where they pump the oil  
Oil pumping like  
an artery  
Heading down the track  
Runnin' free  

Fat tycoons sippin champagne  
Rolling thru a town  
That has no name  
Bent down people  
Scratchin for gold  
I’m a super chief  
Get outta my road  

Get out son  
Put your hands on the hood  
That ’63 Cobra  
won’t do you no good  
Better get an engine  
That can’t be blown  
I’m a super chief  
Get outta my road  

CHORUS 

I’m a Super chief  
With a need for speed  
The more I got  
The more I need  
I’m a super chief  
and I’m bound to run  
Rockin the rails     
Like a sun of a gun  

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Takes a kind of man  
To drive that train  
The kind of man  
Who don’t feel pain  
If your hands  
are wet with blood  
You be a fool  
to pull the plug  

World is wobbling  
Like a top  
I’m a super chief  
Ain’t gonna stop  
Man on the track  
With a heavy load  
I’m a super chief  
Get outta my road