A smokin', long black Cadillac; the engine's winding down
He parked it up on the sidewalk like he owned the whole damn town
I saw him talking to some chick through a thick ghost of smoke
Through a thicker haze of Southern Comfort and Coke
"Say girl you're hotter than the hinges hanging off the gates of hell
Don't be afraid to turn to me babe if he don't treat you well."
And by he, he meant me, so I laughed and I shook his hand
He laughed a little bit louder as he yelled up at the band
[Chorus:]
Play a train song, pour me one more round
Make 'em leave my boots on; on the day they lay me down
I am a runaway locomotive, out of my one-track mind
Play a train song, play a train song
I got this old black leather jacket, got this pack of Marlboro reds
Got this stash here in my pocket, got these thoughts in my own head
I'm gonna run until I have to walk, until I have to crawl
Got this moment that I'm living in and nothing else at all
[Chorus]
In the television blizzard lights, we looked around his place
A little cold beer on his sofa, a little smile across his face
And though I tried with all of my sadness, somehow I just could not weep
For a man who looked to me like he died laughing in his sleep
Singing a train song, pour him one last round
Made 'em leave his boots on; on the day they layed him down
He was a runaway locomotive, out of his one-track mind
Play a train song, play a train song
Play a train song, play a train song
Thank you! Howwwwwwwls! 🐶
...where we howl 1, we howl all....
Nothing Can Stop The Howls Coming
https://youtu.be/XSYzDDlI3WA
Sometimes
I feel so low-down and disgusted
Can't help but wonder what's happening to my companions
Are they lost or are they found?
Have they counted the cost it'll take to bring down
All their earthly principles they're going to have to abandon?
There's a slow, slow train coming up around the bend
I had a woman
Down in Alabama
She was a backwoods girl, but she sure was realistic
She said, "Boy, without a doubt
Have to quit your mess and straighten out
You could die down here, be just another accident statistic"
And there's a slow, slow train coming up around the bend
All that foreign oil
Controlling American soil
Look around you, it's just bound to make you embarrassed
Sheiks walking around like kings
Wearing fancy jewels and nose rings
Deciding America's future from Amsterdam and Paris
And there's a slow, slow train coming up around the bend
Man's ego is inflated
His laws are outdated,
They don't apply no more, you can't rely no more to be standing around waiting
In the home of the brave
Jefferson turning over in his grave
Fools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate Satan
And there's a slow, slow train coming up around the bend
Big-time negotiators
False healers and woman-haters
Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition
But the enemy I see
Wears a cloak of decency
All non-believers and men-stealers talking in the name of religion
And there's a slow, slow train coming up around the bend
People starving and thirsting
Grain elevators are bursting
Oh, you know it costs more to store the food than it do to give it
They say, "Lose your inhibitions
Follow your own ambitions"
They talk about a life of brotherly love; show me someone who knows how to live it
There's a slow, slow train coming up around the bend
Well, my baby went to Illinois
With some bad-talking boy she could destroy
A real suicide case, but there was nothing I could do to stop it
I don't care about economy
I don't care about astronomy
But it sure does bother me to see my loved ones turning into puppets
And there's a slow, slow train coming up around the bend
Robert Zimmerman
Gotta love me some Dylan. Thanks for the share!
Speaking of trains, here are two of my favorites.
Folsom Prison Blues
Play a Train Song
A smokin', long black Cadillac; the engine's winding down He parked it up on the sidewalk like he owned the whole damn town I saw him talking to some chick through a thick ghost of smoke Through a thicker haze of Southern Comfort and Coke
"Say girl you're hotter than the hinges hanging off the gates of hell Don't be afraid to turn to me babe if he don't treat you well." And by he, he meant me, so I laughed and I shook his hand He laughed a little bit louder as he yelled up at the band
[Chorus:] Play a train song, pour me one more round Make 'em leave my boots on; on the day they lay me down I am a runaway locomotive, out of my one-track mind Play a train song, play a train song
I got this old black leather jacket, got this pack of Marlboro reds Got this stash here in my pocket, got these thoughts in my own head I'm gonna run until I have to walk, until I have to crawl Got this moment that I'm living in and nothing else at all
[Chorus]
In the television blizzard lights, we looked around his place A little cold beer on his sofa, a little smile across his face And though I tried with all of my sadness, somehow I just could not weep For a man who looked to me like he died laughing in his sleep
Singing a train song, pour him one last round Made 'em leave his boots on; on the day they layed him down He was a runaway locomotive, out of his one-track mind Play a train song, play a train song Play a train song, play a train song