Lyrics:
run
For many a man has lost his life in trying to make lost time
And if you run your engine right you'll get there just on time
Up the road he
like a coward
You'll end up yelling out loud
Hold back
You'll regret it someday
Choke on that
Don't let it pass you by
Hold back
You
raise me up, up from the grave
The cross before, I'm on my way
My heart is free, no chains on me
The walls are coming down.
Like a rolling stone, like
on the ground
Raccoon says to Possum won’t you
Shake them apples down
Possum shakes the apples down
Rabbit hopping by
Brings Raccoon his rolling pin and
Soon
down and the
Night fills the sky
Now I feel like me once again
As the train comes rolling in
Smoked my boredom gone
Slapped my brains up so high
down
Yellow dog school bus kickin' up red dust
Pickin' us up by a barbed wire fence
MTV on the RCA, no A/C in the vents
We were Jesus save me, blue
Well I'll bet by the time I get to Tulsa
She'll be pullin' on them tight blue jeans
She'll go down to Cowboy's, buy herself a cold one
more British than is a picture of me bum
Gilbert and George are taking the piss
Take down the Union Jack
It clashes with the sunset
And pile up all
Red streamliner rolling
Rollin' down the track the things you see
With your wheels in motion through desert, mountain, ocean
I hear you every
more British than is a picture of me bum
Gilbert and George are taking the piss
Take down the Union Jack
It clashes with the sunset
And pile up all
more British than is a picture of me bum
Gilbert and George are taking the piss
Take down the Union Jack
It clashes with the sunset
And pile up all
down
Folks lose their possessions - folks are leaving town
Bertha Mason shook it - broke it
Then she hung it on a wall
Says, "You're dancin' with
Let's go
We showed up here when the sun went down
Hit it hard, kicked it off right
You think by now we'd be heading out
Hanging it up
That train keeps a-rolling down the track
Bringing my old memories back
Making hobo blood boil in my veins
Reviving my old love affair with trains
the record on
And the aimless rise to dance
Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you
I see you, George, in your
Apartment on Riverside Drive
Some fifty
in your luck for survival
To sweeten up the witch's brew
You had a better way of working magic
A little mystery in your eyes
Instead of rolling
me down, tear me up
But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup
Down by the water and down by the old main drag
Sweet descend this rabble
on
Rolling up the cronic, isn't it ironic
My money rolling like Sonic
Divas in my lap up and down like hydraulics
Got a pimp player degree
But never did
(Lowell George)
One two
Well the night that I got into town
Was the night that the rain froze on the ground
Comin' down the street I heard such
She saw me walking down the streets of your fine city
It kinda turned me on when she looked at me and said, "come here"
Now I don't usually talk
out by the bonfire
Just some good ole boys having a dang good time
We crank it up, down here
We get loud, down here
Throwin' down, in the dirty dirty
patiently
And I'd come on home with my hair hanging down
She'd pin it up, and softly smile
But I was out rolling with my band
And I was out rolling with
me down, tear me up
But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup
Down by the water and down by the old main drag
Sweet descend this rabble
All aboard America here comes the freedom train
All aboard America here comes the freedom train
The freedom train is rolling down two hundred
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