Lyrics:
that lonesome whistle blow
Well I want to pack my suitcase and go
The lonesome sound of a train goin' by
Makes me want to stop and cry.
In the still
the mud
'Cause I've got ramblin' fever in my blood
I caught this ramblin' fever long ago
When I first heard a lonesome whistle blow
If someone said I
the mud
'Cause I've got ramblin' fever in my blood
I caught this ramblin' fever long ago
When I first heard a lonesome whistle blow
If someone said I
as the horse between my knees
Clean as a wind that blows behind the rains
Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze
Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I
as the horse between my knees
Clean as a wind that blows behind the rains
Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze
Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I
historical
From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical
I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical
I understand equations, both
on me
And we both know our hands ain't clean
If it all blows up and we end up on the news
If you go down, I'm goin' down too
Our bodies are buried
and leave My Spanish Fireball
As that old moon was sinkin' low
I heard the whistle blow my train was pulling in sight
And so we kissed goodbye
The tears
and leave My Spanish Fireball
As that old moon was sinkin' low
I heard the whistle blow my train was pulling in sight
And so we kissed goodbye
The tears
A sarsparilla drink turns white teeth shades of pink
Sunday league play in the sunshine
I hear the whistle blow at halftime
With chapped legs and muddy
the mud
I've got ramblin' fever in my blood
Caught this ramblin' fever long ago
When I first heard a lonesome whistle blow
If someone said, I ever
the mud 'cause I've got ramblin' fever in my blood
Well, I caught this ramblin' fever long ago
When I first heard a lonesome whistle blow
If someone
lonesome sunset whistle blows
This is where I'll be
I hopped a westbound for San Antone
From there to Santa Fe
And It's a thousand miles from there to home
lonesome sunset whistle blows
This is where I'll be
I hopped a westbound for San Antone
From there to Santa Fe
And It's a thousand miles from there to home
and the golf course
Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds
You're probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
What's
and the golf course
Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds
You're probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
What's
the smoke along the track
I know my baby loves me, I love my baby too
But she don't understand me when I'm feelin' blue
And when I hear that whistle blow
the tank, give a nigga diesel
Life too short lil nigga blow the whistle
Open up the tank, give a nigga diesel
Life too short lil nigga blow the whistle
Open
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows
Oh, get
and leave My Spanish Fireball
As that old moon was sinkin' low
I heard the whistle blow my train was pulling in sight
And so we kissed goodbye
The tears
mean son-of-a-bitch
Everything is so fast and so crazy
But the day still slowly slips on by
And when that five o'clock whistle starts to blow
I'll be
love my baby too
But she don't understand me when I'm feeling blue
And when I hear that whistle blow I hurry home and pack
And leave my baby cryin' in
some fun
So lets keep it poppin'
So blow the whistle
Blow the whistle, blow the whistle
Blow the whistle
Blow the whistle, blow the whistle
I just
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows
Get sick,
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