Well my mama told me, my papa told me too Now my mama told me, papa told me too Well I shouldn't be here tryin' to sing these railroad blues Wish I had
Well my mama told me, my papa told me too, Now my mama told me, papa told me too, Well I shouldn't be here tryin' to sing these railroad blues. Wish
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might slide You may call it a past I call it haulin' my ass Through that patch of grass over them railroad tracks Oh them railroad tracks them old railroad
die When I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry I bet there's rich folks eatin' From a fancy dining car They're probably drinking coffee And smoking big
the babysitter every time she turned her back. I We opened up the sunroof and smoked a big ole joint and drank a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon listening
, I had the blues But now they?re gone I?m on a big black freight train And we?re movin' on I?m on a big black train and I?m movin' on I?m on a big black
When I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry [ ac.guitar - banjo ] I bet there's rich folks eatin' from a fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big
get back home soon I got one eye on the road and one eye on the big black moon Dandelion, won't you tell me what to do Ironsides rusting in the railroad
When I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry I bet there's rich folks eatin' From a fancy dining car They're probably drinking whiskey And smoking big
Billy was born in a one room shack On the Tennessee line by the railroad track Caught a bad fever and he went blind And his daddy ran off about the same
s part of a pair there on the bow of Noah's ark the most prestigious couple just kickin back parked against a perfectly blue sky on a morning beatific
him die When I hear that whistle blowing I hang my head and cry.. I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big
Far from Folson Prison is where I want to stay Well I let that lonesome whistle blow, blow my blues away Well I let that lonesome whistle blow, just blow my blues
go, go Go Johnny go, go Johnny B. Goode He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track Oh, the engineers
gone now all the good times are gone Well you could look for miles down a winding railroad track And see train a leavin' and hear one comin' back And with a cloud of blue
