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the land like a railroad vine Winter time was blowin' in oh lord Central station to the end of the line From slums both sides of the wall Faith so far from
sent here To build the highway we hold so dear There's a skeleton sitting on the tracks Looks like a lynx or a mountain cat The railroad spread like ivy
hoodlum Police railroad the boy they call Saul Goodman Hit man for pension, but I call off often If you sleep on me, I hope it's in a walled off coffin
On the Road to Hell there was a railroad track (mm) Oh, come on! There was a train comin' up from way down below (mm) That was not six months!
On the road to hell there was a railroad track Aw, come on! And a train coming up from way down below That was not six months! Better go
the docks to the railroad line And no matter how hungry the hand that wrote In his letters he was always doing fine In his letters he was always doing fine
of the fruit of the vine Takes a lot of medicine To make it through the wintertime Way down Hadestown Way down under the ground Every little penny in
the docks to the railroad line And no matter how hungry the hand that wrote In his letters he was always doing fine In his letters he was always doing fine
I've been trucking down the railroad wasting time I've been living like a fool in paradise I've seen the sun go down I've seen your leaves turn
Just a railroad heart On a one-track mind This time, it isn't mine She counterfeits the key to the city Takes it on a joyride And if it grips, she
I saw my shadow in the fog As I passed the railroad tracks I bought a bottle of vine To cheer up my face To make it white Of I go now I'm gonna have
I'm somebody's spine. I never asked to be part of your design. If I'm lucky, a vine will feel inclined to climb me and give me back foliage of which I
George with the vine Tennishu mic Gas with the wine Time spent working on the dopest shit I got the papers hammer legit This what I wanted this what I get
The railroad line At 4th and Vine I'm home I close the door I cross the floor And leave my poor old clothes I crawl in bed And my hold my head With one more
my partner you stole my belongs Made you some music you hated my song Needed a light, you gave me a bomb Now I'm a railroad praying for a train Got me
(Yung blade) Red potions mixing shit by the guard post Going up high cast a spell by the railroad Oh no oh no blow smoke through the vines Dark
of coiling light Lightning cracks on plated woes Branching out like aging vines Glowing with the pain of loss My face is harsh and stained and shined Broken
grapes on the vine You can find him in big city winters Out where the mission bell crys And sorrow echos through the suburbs And tries to close all
Don't go pokin' down that crooked Old Spur Line Yeah, tread ye not down the dirty rotten Old Spur Line. Two railroads diverged in a yellow wildwood. It's
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