joker said, "lead on." Cause there’s a train leaves here this morning And I don’t know, what I might be on And there’s train leaves here this morning
this train Don't know how else to say it, don't want to see my parents go One generation's length away From fighting life out on my own Stop this train
carry no Gamblers This Train This Train Dont carry no Gamblers no High flyers no midnight ramblers This Train Dont carry no Gamblers This Train This Train
this place And as far as we know This ain't goodbye Oh no, this ain't goodbye This ain't goodbye Oh no, this ain't goodbye This ain't goodbye This is
a clean train, I said, this train This train is a clean train, I said, this train This train is a clean train, I said, this train This train is a clean
, This train don't carry no gamblers, this train. Chorus: This train is bound for glory, this train, This train is bound for glory, this train, This train
Son said my mother when I was knee high You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I There's nothing in the house to make a boy's britches
, no If I could get to the mercy man He'd give me some I know I got a gal in Vicksburg Bertha is her name Wish I's tied to Bertha Instead of this ball
', Mr lumberjack? Is it one for forward and three for back? Is it two for stop or four for go? Boy, ask a whistle punk I don't know Well, I learned this
My pappy said when I was seventeen you're six feet tall and your face is clean And it don't look right for a boy that old to not make a livin' loadin'
I took the elevator to the floor I was assigned I fumbled with the key the way I did that at her time Inside I thought of all the things that started in this
day after day to where my sweetheart rowed away And I gaze across the water of the rainy Ponchartrain Just one thing and nothing more ever floated back to shore Was this
Bill began his sing I don't want my hat to be hung When my last song is sung But he never let fame go to his head "This is Smiling Bill McCall", he
Well I knew A boy named Willie Brown He was A lover of our town wherever he went the girls fell down, and cryed for Willie Brown crazy about Willie Brown
when they delivered me We didn't have a doctor 'cause he couldn't pay the fee But when the goin' got too bad to ease his misery Papa played the Dobro this
He was just an old country doctor In a little country town Fame and fortune had passed him by Though we never saw him frown As day by day in his kindly
Pick a lot o'cotton, drag a long sack Comin' across the field, well, I see Boss Jack He's a ridin' straddle of a single foot roan When you know that horse
I ride an old paint he's on the worry side And I'm a saddle tramp about to cross the great divide Where there's grass in the coolies and water in the
