quiz I gotta show 'cause I'm livin' in the showbiz Outta the Limo, to the plane in the pourin' rain I hate flyin' but there's no time for slow trains
Happiness / hit her / like a train on a tra-ck Coming towards her / stuck still / no turning ba-ck She hid around corners / and she hid under beds / She
to call the color of the sky. Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see. Getting over all the time I had to worry, Leaving all the
, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground Russia got a red flag, U.S. got red stripes Last Train to Paris
Came Every time that you came The leaves fall gently and like autumn she brings sadness The leaves
Stop the train I'm leaving Stop the train I'm leaving Stop the train I'm leaving it won't be too long whether I'm right or wrong said it won't be too
s son Twice spoken by Kardinal, ooh, check how I flow So many niggas up inside the Circle without purpose, singing with the F To the train trying to fat
Leave me alone I ain't fucking with nobody Keep fucking with me you gon' turn me back to booboo Had me casing out your crib tryna pop your fucking noodles
to tear it apart I got angels crying from up above And they got rust in their eyes, they got rust on their love But I have learned to leave no stone
old I wouldn't have to be in love with you If I only wanted to If I only wanted to If I wanted to I could run fast as a train Be as sharp as a needle
You used to hold the door for me Now you can't wait to leave You used to send me flowers If you fucked up in my dreams I used to make you laugh With
, you'd be better off dead Switchman's sleeping, train hundred and two is On the wrong track and headed for you Driving that train, high on cocaine Casey
your whistle freight train Take me far on down the track I'm going away, I'm leaving today I'm goin', but I ain't comin' back So blow your whistle freight train
The first I remember knowin' Was that lonesome whistle blowin' And a youngin's dream Of growin' up to ride On a freight train leavin' town Not knowin
Virgil Caine is the name and I served on the Danville train 'Til Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again In the winter of '65, we were hungry
The first thing I remember knowing was a lonesome whistle blowing And a young gun's dream of growing up to ride On a freight train leaving town, not knowing
Did you hear that lonesome whippoorwill? He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low I'm so lonesome, I could cry I've never seen a night