I'm an engine driver On a long run, on a long run Would I work beside her She's a long one, such a long one And if you don't love me Let me go And if
her most, engine driver please Does this train take me home, engine driver please Does this train take me Kathy's come home Kathy come home Engine driver
I'm an engine driver On a long run, on a long run Would I work beside her She's a long one, such a long one And if you don't love me let me go And if
Перевод: Decemberists. Машинист.
When I grow up I want to be An engine driver. I'll build up my own head of steam- Twenty-fice horsepower. But when I pull off, I don't want to Follow
: I'm an engine driver On a long run, on a long run Would I work beside her She's a long one, such a long one And if you don't love me let me go And
got the keys- Now shut up and drive (drive, drive, drive) Shut up and drive (drive, drive, drive) Now shut up and drive (drive, drive, drive) Shut up and drive (drive, drive, drive
the comforts there Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs, And you don't know a thing till you get inside Dead President's corpse in the driver's car, The engine
there Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs And you won't know a thing till you get inside Dead president's corpse in the driver's car The engine runs
in a gunny sack Go sit up in the trees by the railroad track The engineer has seen him sittin' in the shade Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers
sit on a stool Watching everything the engineer would do One day the engineer wanted a bite to eat, He left the monkey sitting on the driver's seat,
gunny sack And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade Stroming to the rhythm that the drivers
As soon as I was seated The driver caught my arm Said, "That'll be cash on the barrelhead, hon This old, gray dog gets paid to run When the engine starts
in your thoughts, take me to your dreams Touch me as I fall into view And when the winter comes keep the fires lit And I will be right next to you Engine driver
fine Just move me on down the line Just move me on down the line I'll be where the big wheels keep on turnin' And the diesel drivers keep them engines
When you start your journey, you go and meet your driver You shake his hand, and hope he's feeling well The things to come may be somewhat unfamiliar