Lyrics:
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Seven lies, multiplied by seven, multiplied by seven again
Seven angels with seven trumpets
Send them home on the morning train
Well, who's
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
So many roads, so many trains to ride
So many roads, so many trains to ride
I've got to find my baby, 'fore I'll be satisfied
I was standin'
Little toy trains, little toy tracks
Little toy drums, coming from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy don't you think
Like a tube-train up your spine
Will the tightrope reach the end
Will the final couplet rhyme
And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
And now the sun has broken through, it looks like it will stay
Just can't have you comin' home on such a rainy day
The train is leaving
And now the sun has broken through, it looks like it will stay
Just can't have you comin' home on such a rainy day
The train is leaving
In the land of the Ponderosa pine there runs a giant 8-wheeler
Known as the Big River Train
Just before she disappears into the forset she passes by
Somewhere I slipped off track
But the world keeps going by
But there never was a train
That couldn't try
There'll be nobody waiting
My goodbyes are too long
Whistle at Lorain, San-Dusky to Toledo
Let her roll, hello Indiana by Ohio
South Bend, Gary change trains in Chicago
Charleyette, Bloomington, Decatur,
Somewhere I slipped off track
But the world keeps going by
But there never was a train
That couldn't try
There'll be nobody waiting
My goodbyes are too long
Freight train, freight train, run so fast
Freight train, freight train, run so fast
Please don't tell what train I'm on
They won't know what route
Train Without a Whistle
Written by Jon Randall and Jim McBride
You won?t ever see the danger
When you?re laying in the arms
Of that tall dark
sacks of mail.
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin' trains that have no
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
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
Trying to make a train by sunrise gonna have to run a red light
Trying to make a train by sunrise gonna have to run a red light
Tangling with my
Buys 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
I went down to the railroad yard, watch that train come by,
Knew the train would roll that day, but I did not know what time.
I did not know what
Night by a train whistle lullaby
I told her to leave me alone
That's what she's done, just what she's done
And a house built for two, ain't a home
When it's lived in by one, one
I was born in Dixie in a boomer shack
Just a little shanty by the railroad track
The humming of the drivers was my lullaby
And a freight train
Sun down, sun down
They're taking all the tents down
Where have you gone my handsome Billy?
Sun down, sun down
The carnival trains leave town
I'm sorry, mother I'm sorry, I let you down
Well, these days I'm fine
No these days I tend to lie
I'll take the West train, just by the side
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