Lyrics:
ways who went and wrote
The oldest story in the book?
Everybody pays everybody pays to play
Curl up inside a boxcar dream and disappear
With
think about tomorrow
Let tomorrow come and go
Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar
Safe from the all the wind and snow
I know your clothes are torn
surrounded by others
With boxcars in their eyes
Never count your winnings at hour 23
Of a 24-hour drive
Remember that you're not the one
Calling the tune
There's Kenny Rogers and Charley Pride
Mel Tillis, Moe Bandy
Mickey Gilly, Boxcar Willie
Porter Wagoner, Johnny Russell
Eatin' up the freeway
Bill
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
Old worn out
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
Old worn out
the dice
When you're surrounded by others
With boxcars in their eyes
Never count your winnings at hour 23
Of a 24-hour drive
Remember that you're not
Decided it was time to take a boxcar ride
Outa the rain snow and cold
Me and a friend of mine
Guy I met somewhere down the road
Hummin' all
think dreamy things as I'm waving goodbye
So I'll spread out my wings and fly
Home is a boxcar and it's so far out of reach
Hidden under umbrella
spit the bricks ate the boxcar spit the burners
Ate the planet spit the murder
Funny farm rampage from writing rap for milk money built ugly
but
here on these old roads
All them ol' country boys
There's Kenny Rogers an' Charley Pride
Mel Tillis, Moe Bandy
Mickey Gilly, Boxcar Willie
Porter
pain and I would never get off
If love was a train
I think I would ride me a long one
Hear me talking
I'm talking fifty boxcars long
Aw, what's
Who went and wrote the oldest story in the book?
Everybody pays
Everybody pays to play
Curl up inside a boxcar dream and disappear
With a couple
and rap and hustlin' is happenin'
[Hook x5]
[Verse 3]
I jumped off in tha game back in 96
Nigga hit me three bricks, nigga post that list
Servin' Boxcar
line
There I go
Gotta make time
I gotta make time
I'm aboard
Boxcar wonder
Every scar shows
Where the future lies
Lord only knows
[Repeat: x3]
Tell Fats and Washboard Sam, that everybody gonna to jam
Tell Shaky and Boxcar Joe, we got sawdust on the floor
Tell Peg and Caroline Dye,
the shutters
That train don't run by here no more
I lie and listen to the last boxcar
Sweet dreams baby, wherever you are
Wherever you are
Yeah, I hear
has gathered
Midnight nooses from boxcar cadavers
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
pitch a Wang dang doodle, all night long
Tell Fats and Washboard Sam
Everybody gonna to jam
Tell Shaky and Boxcar Joe
That sawdust on the floor
sweetheart,
And the freedom that I had in those days.
Will I wake from all my dreamin'?
Will this boxcar always be my lonely home? Yeah!
Well, I don't know
As we huddled in the boxcar from the rain;
Flashing lights that cut the night,
The railroad bull that pulled us off the train,
When the winter's cold
can hear a whistle
I can hear a whistle
Whistle in the yard
Whistle in the yard
Do you see the boxcar
Beneath the red evening sky
Beside the tanker
railroad bum
And he slammed the boxcar door
He put me off in Texas
A state I dearly love
The wide open spaces all around me
The moon and stars above
the lonesome whistle blows
Arrive and disappear
like a windward fear
the wanderlust she calls
Find your own boxcar
like Harry Partch
slow engines to a crawl
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