Lyrics:
The Doors Mystery Train

long Train I ride, sixteen coaches long Well that long black train got my baby and gone Train train, comin' 'round, 'round the bend Train train, comin

him stands a man A soldier from the looks of him Who came through many fights But lost at love While the story teller speaks A door within the fire creaks

car keys She finds them in her shoe Lift the magazine from the floor That long-ago mystery Has revealed another clue As she quickly shuts the door The

laid back ridin' shotgun 'Cause I got the front and back hydraulic hot one Juiced up, and I'm itchin' to hit the switches Crawlin' over train tracks,

a mystery you can solve Some burnt out filament flies buzzing around the bulb Country darkness He thought of traveling heard an approaching train Drown

', it was a smash on the DL But every time I did a show my name was misspelled 'Can't Live Without My Radio' drops I'm kickin' down the door-crushed cool

Waiting by the mailbox, by the train Passing by the hills 'til I hear the name I'm looking for a saw to cut these chains in half And all I want is someone

You can open walls of mystery Stripshow How to aquire death in the morning show TV death which the child absorbs Deathwell mystery which makes me write Slow train

Gus is the cat at the theater door His name, as I ought to have told you before Is really Asparagus, but that's such a fuss to pronounce That we usually