Lyrics:
the rails
Don't you know of all good things you'd have done
What a god damn waste of time
I couldn't make lemonade
My lemons were too bitter
I couldn't make
Look out, mama, there's a white boat coming up the river
With a big red beacon, and a flag, and a man on the rail
I think you'd better call John
of day
He said he throwed his watch away
A long steel rail and a short cross tie
I'm on my way back home
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun
done
He might drag ties and rails or he might just move freshly cut timber from
the right of way the mule skinner was the subject of one of Jimmie
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell?
Blue skies from pain?
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
to the tip of his tail
He can creep through the tiniest crack
He can walk on the narrowest rail
He can pick any card from the pack
He is equally cunning
was skinny as a rail
Red hair tied up in a blue bandana
She was hotter than the devil's Hell
She turned me on to Back Porch Pickers, Jackson Pollock,
waiting in Tennessee
This midnight special is a burning the rail so woman don't try to follow my trail
This Golden Rocket's gonna blow my blues away
waiting in Tennessee
This midnight special is a burning the rail so woman don't try to follow my trail
This Golden Rocket's gonna blow my blues away
left me freezing on a steel rail rack
They got 'em all in the jailhouse
I ain't living long like this
Grew up in Houston off of Wayside Drive
Son
all be going
You'll be going too
There's a train out for dreamland
That rides on a peppermint rail
It only stops at ice cream stations
To pick up
the fills, and tunnels
Never falter, never fail
Keep your hand upon the throttle
And your eyes upon the rail
Blessed Savior, Thou will guide us
Till we
at home
Yeah we're going to get down to boat-line
We're going to steamboat and a rail alright
I said now, now honey, get down honey
Good time women
Five feet high and risin'
How high's the water, papa?
She said it's five feet high and risin'
Well the rails are washed out north of town
We gotta
the fills, and tunnels
Never falter, never fail
Keep your hand upon the throttle
And your eyes upon the rail
Blessed Savior, Thou will guide us
Till we
proved to you!
There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
Trains go by on the rails John Henry laid.
that my name
Was called disturbance
And I'll shout and scream
And I'll kill the king and
I'll rail at all his servants
What can a poor boy do
Hurry, get on, now it`s coming
Listen to those rails a-thrumming
All aboard, get on the "A" train
Soon you will be on Sugar Hill in Harlem
is called Disturbance
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king
I'll rail at all his servants
Well, now what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for
music,
It seems to make him feel just fine.
I was told a little tail about a skinny as a rail
L.A. put cowboy with a headache
He was hung up in
It seems to make him feel just fine
I was told a little tale about a skinny as a rail
Eight-foot cowboy with a headache
He was hung up in
I was born
When the weather's better and rails unfreeze
And the wind won't whistle 'round my knees
I'll put on my weather suit and catch you in
history's rugged trail
Straightin' by the journey and the land beneath her rail
And you and I roll along and stoke the freedom fire
For we tand to all
Ale
I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride to Coney Island vacation
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