I know you rider gonna miss me when I’m gone
I been chippin’ them rocks from dawn till doom,
while my rider hide my bottle in the other room.
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin’ down,
And it looks like the old man’s gettin’ on.
He’s gone, he’s gone,
And nothing’s going to bring him back
say you’ll come back when you can
whenever your airplane happens to land
maybe i’ll be back here too
It all depends on what’s with you
Life maybe sweeter for this, I don’t know,
see how it feels in the end.
Till we all fall down, it’ll do you fine,
Don’t think about what you left behind
I will survive!
and he made me trade the gallows for the Mexicali blues
Hang me, oh hang me
I’ll be dead and gone
Mama seemed to know what lay in store
In spite of all my Sunday learnin’
For the bad I kept on turnin’ and mama couldn’t hold me anymore.
mama keep saying that the wind might blow
but standing here, I just don’t know
Well my mama told me, my papa told me too
Well my mama told me, my papa told me too
Well I shouldn’t be here trying to sing these railroad blues
Don’t say I never warned you when your train gets lost
You’re a Lost Sailor, you’ve been too long at sea, now the shore lights becon, yes there’s a price for being free…
They say that when your ship comes in the first man takes the sails
second takes the afterdeck, the third the planks and rails
when that ship come in,
you won’t know where it’s been
you got to try to see a little further
Though I could not caution all, I still might warn a few,
don’t lend your hand, to raise no flag
atop no ship of fools
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.
Well the cool breeze came on tuesday, and the corn’s a bumper crop,
and the fields are full of dancin’, full of singin’ and romancin’
the music never stopped