I said, train kept a-rolling all night long
Train kept a-rolling all night long
Train kept a-rolling all night long
Train kept a-rolling all night long
With a “heave!”, and a ho!
But I just couldn’t tell her so, no, no, no
Good morning America, how are ya? Say,
Don’t you know me? I’m your native son.
I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans,
I’ll be gone 500 miles before the day is done…
If you miss the train I’m on, you will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
Lord, I’m one, Lord, I’m two, Lord, I’m three, Lord, I’m four
Lord, I’m five hundred miles from my home
Five hundred miles, five hundred miles
Five hundred miles, five hundred miles
Lord, I’m five hundred miles from my home
But I’m near the end and I just ain’t got the time
And I’m wasted and I can’t find my way home.
Show me the way to go home
I’m tired and I want to go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago
And it’s gone right to my head
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
What we do with the drunken sailor
Earl-eye in the morning?
Now let ev’ry man drink off his full bumper
And let ev’ry man drink off his full glass
We’ll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy
And here’s to the health of each true-hearted lass
We will rant and we’ll roar like true British sailors
We’ll rant and we’ll roar all on
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England;
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues
And the little man,
Looked at the empty glass in his hand.
And he smiled a crooked grin,
He said, “I guess I’m out of gin.
And know we both have been so lonely.
And if you want me to come with you, then that’s all right with me.
‘Cause I know I’m goin’ nowhere and anywhere’s a better place to be.”
Put a nickel in the jukebox,
And let it play,
For my heart is troubled with pain,
Take the cork from the bottle of the warm red wine,
And fill up my glass again…
Put a quarter in the juke
Boogie til you puke
Pop that Locker Room
Let’s really zoom
Shootin and a-tootin
All night long
The party lasts
Til your brain cells gone
I could have danced all night,
I could have danced all night,
And still have begged for more.
I am a man of the road, a hobo by name
I don’t seek entertainment, just poultry and game
But if it’s all the same to you, then yes I will try-y-y my hand
If you were as hungry as me then I’m sure you would u-understand
Hmmm, now wait a minute
Of course I can dance of course I can dance
I’m sure I can dance, I’m sure I can dance
I can dance
We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl
Catch you with another man
That’s the end, little girl
You can lay your head back on the ground
And let your hair fall all around me
Offer up your best defense
But this is the end
This is the end of the innocence
All around in my home town
They’re trying to track me down
They say they want to bring me in guilty
For the killing of a deputy
For the life of a deputy, but I say
I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense
I shot the sheriff, and they say it is a capital offense
The jailor man and sailor Sam,
Were searching everyone,
For the band on the run,
The band on the run…
Hey ya’ll prepare yourself for the rubberband man
You’ve never heard a sound
Like the rubberband man
You’re bound to lose control
When the rubberband starts to jam
Got that rubber band
Up on his toes
And then he wriggled it up
All around his nose
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Playin’ all that music, yet keepin’ time
Yeah, they was dancin’ and singin’ and movin’ to the groovin’
And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted:
Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right
Play that funky music white boy
Lay down the boogie and play that funky music till you die
'Til you die
Oh ya, ya