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written by Ramblin Wayn (c) 2011 freewind music
’...this song tells about the train we are on, he starts slowly, have some stops somewhere down the line and rides on to the point of
written by Ramblin Wayn (c) 2011 freewind music
’...this song tells about the train we are on, he starts slowly, have some stops somewhere down the line and rides on to the point of relief... this is a fact...’
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TRAIN OF THOUGHTS
there’s a train that ’ll takes me home and his whistle chills me to the bone
it’ll be on redemption day... hoping i’m will getting stoned
it’s a good day for dyin’ the old indian said with a smile
then he lights up his peyote pipe and jump on a horse to ride
jennifer drowned herself in the swamp because her lover was gunned down in georgia...the road to oblivion must be wild, the one to hell full of needles
i’m a introverted man, i’m a gypsy painting his wagon
i’m a singer of crazy songs a outlaw riding a black stallion
there were times i scared the devil-there were times i scared the gods
but i never ran away from the hard times-never ran away from my thoughts
i met up with ole waylon, he said : ’hoss, you’re welcome at my new home
there are some friends of mine they wonna meet you; there’s carl, buddy, cash and roy...
there we’ll shakin’ off a litlle blues, blue suede shoes...play some rock ’n roll /// and we make the devils on the loose...
sometimes i’m feeling lonely when i leaving that stage at night
i take a pretty woman down to that hotel and i cheated on you one more time...
i wish it was sunday morning, damn feeling stoned
just strolling down the sidewalk... feeling all alone
there were times i scared the devils, times i scared the gods
but I never ran away from the hard times, I never ran away from my toughts
sometimes I feel myself sinking in the quicksand of misery
when i think ’bout corruption, hungry children and skulls on my feet
there is nothin’ but the blues the old black man said to me
and I saw his tears when he sang ’bout mississippi...
there’s a whiskey tear in the morning when i am rollin’ down the road
there’s a whiskey tear at midnight and mama i’m coming home soon
but, who will sing my songs when i’m dead and gone
and who’ll tell my stories...’BOUT that ramblin’ boy....
there were times i scared the devils, there were times i scared the gods
but I never ran away from the hard times////I never ran away from my THOUGHTS
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