Lyrics:
family, friends and money
And leave it all for Jesus like the brave Apostles twelve
Peter, Andrew, James and Phillip, Thomas, Simon, Matthew
Gordon, Henry, Percy coming through!
Thomas and Friends making Hiro brand new
They're the really useful crew!
Go, go Thomas
Thomas number one!
Go
the colonies through more debt?
Fight the other founding fathers 'til he has to forfeit?
Have it all, lose it all
You ready for more yet?
Treasury Secretary,
the pavement never grows
Where the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
There she goes my friend
She's rolling out at last
Hear the mighty
To Thomas S.Eiselberg, a very rich man, who was wise
Enough to spend all his fortunes in burying himself
Many miles beneath the ground. as the only
To Thomas S. Eiselberg, a very rich man
Who was wise enough to spend all his fortunes
In burying himself many miles beneath the ground
As the only
winds blow
The liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
There she goes, my friend, she's rolling down at last
Hear the mighty engines roar, see
a bunch of junk.
You don't need no engine to go downhill
And I could plainly see, that that's the direction
You're headed in", and he handed me
gone, the ground's turning cold
The stores one by one they're all folding
My children will go as soon as they grow
Well, there ain't nothing here now
gone, the ground's turning cold
The stores one by one they're all folding
My children will go as soon as they grow
Well, there ain't nothing here now
Thomas was a champion
No one can deny that
He led the Alabama Crimson Tide
In all time total sacks
But his heart was even bigger
Than all his natural skill
Philadelphia on the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe.
All aboard, all aboard, oo oo oo.
Let her rip, let her rip, Mr. Engineer,
Gotta go, gotta go far
wanna be your friend
I wanna guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
And strap your hands 'cross my engines
the pavement never grows
Where the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
There she goes my friend
She's rolling out at last
Hear the mighty engines
Thumb stuck out as I go
I'm just travelin' up the road
Maps don't do much for me, friend
I follow the weather and the wind
I'm hitch hikin' all
the pavement never grows
Where the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
There she goes my friend
She's rolling out at last
Hear the mighty
All aboard in Montreal
I heard the conductor call
That old engine heaved a sigh
Suitcases and shuffling feet
I found my way to a windo seat
I
from them all
Enough from my accountant he ain't really have to go in
Thomas have you read a bible? Backseat that was straight sin
Tommy get hit in
the cold wind blows
Now the liquor tasted good
And all the women all were fast
Well, there she goes my friend
Well, she's rolling down at last
Hear
a bunch of junk.
You don't need no engine to go downhill
And I could plainly see, that that's the direction
You're headed in", and he handed me
Misty Island Rescue, here we go (here we go)
Misty Island Rescue, here we go (here we go)
With boilers all a-bubbling
The engines are a-coming
the cold wind blows
Now the liquor tasted good
And all the women all were fast
Well, there she goes my friend
Well, she's rolling down at last
Hear
the way from Philadelphia
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
All aboard, all aboard
Let her rip, let her rip, Mr. Engineer
Gotta go, gotta go
This is a dark parade
Another rough patch to rain on
To rain on
I know your friends may say
This is a cause for celebration
Hip-hip-hooray, love
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