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Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
Everyone wants to be a cowboy 
Grab your guns boy 
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen 
You shot
Black cotton
Black cotton
Black cotton, a symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel tail
Ghetto gospel that is- listen
Robbin'
Black cotton
Black cotton
Black cotton, a symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel tail
Ghetto gospel that is- listen
Robbin'
comin' after me
I can hear that old train a-comin'
Must-a-be comin' after me
An I'm gon' slip right by 
An call to my same old used to be.

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Clickety-clack, clickety-clack 
Bravin' rain and snow 
Ev'ryone knew three-eighty-two was his train 
Casey Jones was his name 

Runnin' late through Sardis
Miss ol' St. Louis, wish I was back
Picking my guitar by the railroad track
All them pretty women's, hangin' 'round me
Miss ol' St. Louis, how it
[Repeat: x2]

Don't try to follow
Just leave it alone
The trains have all left now
And the station is closed
Jackdaw (jackdaw)
Leaving by your back
You look so cute, cute, cute, cute
Little red caboose behind the train

Speeding by so fast, fast, fast, fast
Always the last, last, last, last
Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass

As James Baldwin says
You can only be destroyed by believing
That you really are what the white
2.63 miles away
From his present location
And deliver it to client D in Bristol by train,
By 4:30 that afternoon
And at the same time man D
Was
You look so cute, cute, cute, cute
Little red caboose behind the train

Speeding by so fast, fast, fast, fast
Always the last, last, last, last
I was riding the prairie 
When out of the blue I could see 
There were two dozen Indians 
Starting to close up on me 

There was no place I
You look so cute, cute, cute, cute
Little red caboose behind the train

Speeding by so fast, fast, fast, fast
Always the last, last, last, last
shot

Me and my bother run out there and everybody was all confused
And hollering' and running' round
And I stepped up to this one lady and I said that
on the train,
Surrounding by faces she doesn't know
She doesn't have a book to read
The journey takes infinity. She sucks a polo.

She remembers the pavilion
You look so cute, cute, cute, cute
Little red caboose behind the train

Speeding by so fast, fast, fast, fast
Always the last, last, last, last
You look so cute, cute, cute, cute
Little red caboose behind the train

Speeding by so fast, fast, fast, fast
Always the last, last, last, last
like a train I roll hard lettin' off much steam
In the cut-off flanel and the dusty jeans, baby
I never was cool with James Dean, but I be hangin'
I was riding the prairie 
When out of the blue I could see 
There were two dozen Indians 
Starting to close up on me 

There was no place I
home
From my home, from my home, from my home, from my home
Trying to read a letter from my home

If this train's running right
I'll be home by
Complexion (two-step)
Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a Zulu love)
Complexion (two-step)
It all feels the same (it's a Zulu love)

Dark
had for years
James Brown on the Tammy show
Same tape I've had for years
I sit in my old car
Same one I've had for years
Old battery's running down
and a cutlass raised in rage
Just for cotton and tobacco
For whiskey and for gage
Take the whip to drive the sugar train
A scent plantation and banana rain
I
And a cutlass raised in rage
Just for cotton and tobacco
For whiskey and for gage

Take the whip to drive the sugar train
A scent plantation and banana rain
I