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Boxcar Racer [Clean] (Box Car Racer) · Racer-X (Big Black) · Box Car Racer (Box Car Racer) · Box Car Racer (Box Car Racer) · Boxcar's Best (Boxcar Willie) · The Best of Boxcar Willie [Bonus DVD] (Boxcar Willie) · Boxcar Sessions (Saafir) · Best of Boxcar Willie [Hallmark] (Boxcar Willie) · Speed Racer: The Soundtrack (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Best of Boxcar Willie [Madacy] (Boxcar Willie) – and 90 other albums »


I'm walking the streets
With my hands in my shoes
I'm out on a date with a picture of you
I got a boxcar racer
Its faster than the speed of sound
them lonesome boxcars roll

There's some big ol' Buicks at the Baptist church
Caddilacs at the Church of Christ
I parked my camel by an ol' haystack
Watch them lonesome boxcars roll

There's some big ol' Buicks at the Baptist church
Caddilacs at the church of Christ
I parked my camel by an ol'
them lonesome boxcars roll

There's some big ol' Buicks at the Baptist church
Caddilacs at the Church of Christ
I parked my camel by an ol' haystack
them lonesome boxcars roll

There's some big ol' Buicks at the Baptist church
Caddilacs at the Church of Christ
I parked my camel by an ol' haystack
Tonight as I lay on a boxcar just waiting for a train to pass by
What will become of the hobo whenever his time comes to die
Has the Master up yonder
Go to sleep you weary hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by
listen to the steel rail humming
That's a hobo's lullaby

I know the police cause you
Written by Jimmie Rodgers
© 1933 Peer International Corp

Last night as I lay on the boxcar
Just waiting for a train to pass by
What will become
think 'bout tomorrow
Let tomorrow come and go
Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar
Safe from all that wind and snow

I know the police cause you trouble
think 'bout tomorrow
Let tomorrow come and go
Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar
Safe from all that wind and snow

I know the police cause you trouble
not think 'bout tomorrow
Let tomorrow come and go
Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar
Safe from all that wind and snow

I know the police cause
think about tomorrow
Let tomorrow come and go
Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar
Safe from the all the wind and snow

I know your clothes are torn
worry about tomorrow. Let tomorrows come and go.
Tonight you've got a nice, warm boxcar, free from all the wind and snow.

[Chorus:]
I know the police
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 suit
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
a 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 suit
anymore

Now the years passed so quickly
And the world had moved on
And change cast her shadow as they left one by one
When the last train left Avon,
drifting by
Can't you hear the rails a-singin'?
That's the hobo's lullaby

I know the police cause you trouble
They cause trouble everywhere,
But when you
Let tomorrow come and go
Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar
Safe from all the wind and snow

I know the police cause you trouble
They cause trouble
tomorrow
Let tomorrow come and go
Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar
Safe from all the wind and snow

I know the police cause you trouble
They cause
tomorrow
Let tomorrow come and go
Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar
Safe from all the wind and snow

I know the police cause you trouble
They cause
a 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 suit
Words and music by Roger Taylor
The machine of a dream
Such a clean machine
With the pistons a pumpin'
And the hub caps all gleam

When I
to their car and drive to the DJ booth. 
Signal the DJ by ringing the bell. 

I see that Banksy left a post-it note for Anonymous, for Anonymous 
It
as hound dogs bay
Never quite catch the tune
Stars fall down in buckets like rain
There ain't no standin' room

Bright blue boxcars train by train
Clatter