Lyrics:
Wherever my wheels rolled through
Wherever my wheels rolled through
Well, I was nearly shut down in a Midwest town
Her hair was red, her eyes were blue
But
is just makin' me sad
The stars have turned cherry red
I'm strummin' on my gay guitar
Smokin' a cheap cigar
The ghost of our old love has not
rafters
All cops are bastards!
Face tats in 'nola
Whiskey and cola
Drunk by the train tracks
Comparin' skanks, bibs, and 30 racks
No jobs, no bosses
No
I'd play the red river valley
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through 70 years of living
And wonder, Lord has every well I've
Kick it boys!
Red neck papa he gon' by a truck
Red neck papa, he gettin' really drunk
Red neck papa, he kinda sucks
Red neck papa he don't give
a train
Who want some? Don't come unprepared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
Waking up my heads a haze
Coffee in the morning Wakes
Riding trains to go away
Now you're here and I can stay
Laying by the windowsill
Red hair sits
Hand me down my walkin' cane
Hand me down my walkin' cane
Hand me down my walkin' cane
I'm a gonna leave 'em on the train
My sins they have overtaken me
tried it my friend
I may get drunk in Cincinnati in summer time two thousand and twelve
But I'll never smoke Weed with Willie again!
We learned
a home in the wilderness
He built a cabin and a winter store
And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore
And the other travellers came
of wheel, and
It's parked right out in the back
It's called the DRUNK TANK
And it's hell on tracks!
We're having trouble walking
So I guess we better drive.
She'd hang around the railway tracks
Watching the trains go by
She got on a long red train
And the on the platform waved bye bye
The on waved bye bye
coffee cup
And the working girls go by
Drenched Irish Cops are dreaming sex
And peep show alibis
Everything underneath the skyline
From the east
gettin' away
You oughta seen John Hardy gettin' away
John Hardy stood in that old baroom,
So drunk that he could not see.
And a man walked up and took
Get on again
I just get on the train
Get off the train
Get on again
Lines 'round my mouth, I don't shave
Red wine gives me a belly ache
I'm starving for
and a love so deep
You know we're only livin' in a dream.
Life goes round like a wheel
You never know if it's real
Time rolls by like a train
Let it
getting away
You ought to seen John Hardy getting away
John Hardy stood in that old barroom
So drunk that he could not see
And a man walked up
The fire in the air glowing red, silhouetting the smoke on the breeze
All summer they drove us back through the Ukraine
Smolensk and Viasma soon fell
By
I got drunk and fell asleep
Atop the sheets but luckily
I left the heater on
And in my dreams I wrote the best song
That I've ever written
Can't
(designer, designer)
My bitches all bad (bitches all bad)
They kicking nigga doors (woohoo!)
I do it by myself (do it by myself)
I split it with the bro's
You've got to pull the blinds
Tellin' you questions
Askin' me lies
Well the rich are gettin' richer
And the poor are gettin' drunk
on the train that morning
I'll leave on the train tonight
But someday there'll be a morning
When you will be by my side
I thought I heard the children call
I
Fair, reason I'm goin', know my baby there
Need no heater fireplace by my bed, women I got cherry red
Need no heater fireplace by my bed, woman I got
This song is by Mississippi Fred McDowell and
appears on the album Mississippi Fred McDowell (1995).
John Henry was a steel-drivin'
John Henry was
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