mornin', easy rider comes to me With apple cider, leaves me here without a place to go You have the most appealing surface I have seen Bring it over here
to love me Good morning to ummm, I don't remember your name But I remember the brain, here go a fare for the train and Good morning to Chi-Town, where
And you say to yourself, "Just what am I doin' On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin' On this curve I'm hanging On this pathway I'm strolling
girl that mornin' was catchin' that train. She got up singin' this song: Sings: 'Hey Dad, I'm sorry to leave my home Mm-mm-mm Lord, Lord, Lord, Lordy
Woke up this morning with my head so heavy... Thought about leaving on the next train comin' Sometimes it gets so easy running from town to town But changing
Well that sounds like the night train, blowin' its stack Spreading its wings on homeward track Arrived here this morning, won't be here for long As fast
up all your makeup And you grabbed your magazines And you're leaving in the morning On a train I guess I've taken you for granted I guess I messed this
[Chorus: The Game + JT] Compton to Fillmore here we go again In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang Compton to Fillmore here we go again
Compton to Fillmore here we go again In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang Compton to Fillmore here we go again In L.A. they havin' problems
maybe never come back Stopped at the lye spot before I hit the train station Needed some boom for the mental relaxation It took the last of my loot to make this
home from college wanna fuck us I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us Top dollars to discuss this
Woke up this morning, Bluer than blue, This old heart breaking for someone I knew, Colleen, dear 'tis you. Why did you leave me? What made you roam?
. To that cold, cold ground. Now this morning I had me a woman and a love so nice and fine. But this evening I watched her board that train and move
do my mentals- my fucking brain- instant pain- the rock and rolls- got me on a knife train- you wanna fuck- do ya bro- you'll be the story- end the morning
I woke up this morning The blues all around my bed I woke up this morning The blue's all around my bed I didn't have nobody To hold my aching head If
ain't got no money boys, I can't ride the train I ain't got no money boys, I can't ride that train But I thought I heard this mornin' that pea vine when
ARTIE, who's sitting at the bar by the telephone greets HIM.) ARTIE Hey, Joe what are you, slumming? JOE Here for a meeting. ARTIE This time of night