Railyard Blues
Well I’m going down to Tulsa
Gon' taste that steel
Yeah the foreman he can’t catch me
Gon' take that wheel

Honey don’t get so silly
Uncle sam got all his eels
Say sonny don’t get so foolish
Its time you got it real

That ol white collar hickey
All caught up he don’t want you to feel
Skinny dipping in some gravy
Well that’s the only way this fella deals

I’m not letting all these fruitcakes
Go swirling down the drain
I’m driving home for Christmas
But I’m driving me a train

LORDY NO NO
Silly stinker
Ya must have me confused
I ain’t no city slicker pumpkin
Im a poor boy country fool

Lemon Lime sparklin silly
Awful times are hard indeed

Riding 65 down my freeway
Coupla iron track under me
I heard a bird sing from the treetops
He says son you gotta be free

I say mister there on the fir
Lets get one thing clear
Take one sip of the potion
You’ll be hooked on the idea

Money rails and liquor
Three things a broken man needs
Well then that there and a woman
Woman’ll save me when I plead

Woooaooaoogooh waaaaaaa

AoooEEEEEEAAAHAHH
I got to leave now
Yeah this engines set to be used
And this here old time driver
He’s got those

Railyard Blues


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