Lyrics:
plateau in the world of music
Paparazzi, wealth and fame
The total propulsion, of my name
I need a beat
Computer-wise the engineer's eyes
Have to be
gone
(Spoken:
I can't see my, engineer
Hey, somebody! (hey, hey)
Where's Mister ... engineer, inaudible>
Well, Ooh!)
Someday baby,
Hold that train, conductor, please don't let that engineer start
Hold that train, conductor, please don't let that engineer start
Well, I wanna ride
reeling and rocking
The passengers were screaming with fear
For the train was being driven
By a crazy engineer
I'm driving this engine up to the moon
He
Ben Dewberry was a brave engineer
He told his fireman don't you ever fear
All I want is the water and coal
Put your head out the window, watch
Receiving their strict orders from the station just behind
Running into Hampton, the engineer was there
George Allen was his name, with curling golden
a fearful sight)
The cannonball and No.9 were racing through the night
Just as they passed me by, I heard the engineer cry
Giver her coal, give her coal,
Hey, alright
Yeah, now talk to me
Engineer blow the whistle
Fireman rang the bell
Engineer blow the whistle
The fireman, he rang the bell
but it was a B & O
It was a mean ol' fireman and a cruel ol' engineer
It was a mean ol' fireman and a cruel ol' engineer
That took away my baby
Come all you rounders if you want to hear the story about a brave engineer
Casey Jones was the roller's name on a 68 wheeler course he won his fame
gone
(Spoken:
I can't see my, engineer
Hey, somebody! (hey, hey)
Where's Mister ... name of engineer, inaudible
Well, Ooh!)
Someday baby,
mouth
Fellow hoodlums and
Engineers
The Union's south
And we're all here
I'm going up Buchanan Street
With a box of fireworks
And two bottles
was B & O
It was a mean old fireman
And a cruel engineer
It was a mean old fireman
And a cruel engineer
That took my baby
And left me
means
King of the road
I know every engineer on every train
All of their children and all of their names
Every handout in every town
And every
The fireman's smoking a big cigar
Sipping Lafite Rothschild Bordeaux
And the engineer's so happy
He's just a-letting that whistle blow
She keeps a-rolling
bloodstained clothes
She was a short order pastry chef
In a Dim Sum dive on the Yangtze tideway
She had shiny hair
She was the daughter of an engineer
fly over states
I bet that mile long Santa Fe freight train engineer's seen it all
Just like that flatbed cowboy stacking US steel on a 3-day haul
the keys and lock him up
If we can do it, we can save the day
The engineer is with his wife and daughter Janet
But he misses them so
Although he's
be her dayshift driver: exotic engineer.
Stormy-eyed on the edge of night:
(December, eastern time: late afternoon.)
Atlantic City tight
over again
This ain't no
Sexy session, sexy session
I'm lethal weapon, lethal weapon
I got that stamina
Make it last all night
Like engineers going
Yeah, that's the ticket now kick out the jams.
Engineer the future now.
Damn tomorrow, future now!
Throw the switches, prime the charge.
Yesterday's
Somebody ought to tell that engineer
He don't have to blow his whistle
Not so early in the morning
Tell him to take his train
Move it down
means
King of the road
I know every engineer on every train
All of their children and all of their names
Every handout in every town
And every
have nothing in common since I done became star
I done became bigger swerving writing in my peer's lane
Same dudes that used to holler my engineer's
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