that's alright I'm going to do the best I can A man have to take a chance If he wanna be a travelin' man I left my babe Standin' in the back do', cryin
start talking from the brim of a thimble full of whiskey On a train through the Bronx that will take you just as far As the empty of a bottle to the highway of a
Wake in the morning Lord I'm drunken with the dawn Waiting on a train that I know runs no more Just outside of Baltimore Or Chicago well I just don't
take a train From Chicago to Atlanta And when we reached top speed I had to give the current ETA So I grabbed a calculator Ooh I'm a number, you'
fix shit When beef come I'm never tryna find me a biscuit Late night I'm never tryna find me a quick trick Call me I'll tell you how stupid a bitch get
of a blindman's brow i'll start talking from the brim of a thimble full of whiskey on a train through the bronx that will take you just as far as the empty of a
To see the kid roll through in the St. Pats Socks So pull out the Chicago and the script to wear on Soul Train The Bulls, When Mike had hair and a gold
me or not but he's like he wanna manage me as a rapper AND a producer [Hiphop:] "I'll sign you as a producer and a rapper", I'm like oh shit I was messin
would fuck with rap 88.5 Chicago. On the radio station. Takin' a train [repeat/fade] The thin red line is the thin spine I roll down the back of a city
To Thee. CHORUS On a dark Jersey street corner under the light The Boys sing Shboom Shboom And a million sweet mammas are hummin' tonight A Rock A Bye
wake up in Tokyo. Have a dream in New Orleans, Fall in love in Chicago, Mayne. Then we can land in the motherland, Camelback across the desert sand. Take a train
last one to Paris Puff we can run a train Cause I wake up with sex on a plane Sippin' sex on a beach, havin' sex on a plane Game, she callin' my name
to ride that commuter train west to Chicago, to stroll through the greenery in the park past the statues. How their eyes seemed to follow you like a
s A ball of butter. Don't bring around a cloud To rain on my parade. Don't tell me not to fly-- I've simply got to. If someone takes a spill, It's me
And I'm sitting in a honky in Chicago With a broken heart and a woman on my mind I matched the man behind the bar for the jukebox And the music takes
outside it's starting to snow Weeks ago I left you in sunny Caroline Sittin' in our home in the pines I got a job to do that takes me away from you
the infinite Already interwoven through a New York cigarette Ex lover and a best friend best lover and an ex friend Looking for alcoholic sentimental is a men a
since he's fifteen You can hear a little Chicago And a lot of New Orleans He\an take you on a freight train He can take you down the alley He can take