"Good morning Mister Railroad Man. What time do your trains roll by?" "At nine-sixteen and two-forty-four And twenty five minutes till five."
"It's nine-sixteen and two-forty-four, Twenty-five minutes till five, Well, thank you Mister Railroad Man, I want to watch your trains roll by."
I was standing on a platform, Smoking a cheap cigar Just a-waiting for an old freight-train That carries an empty car.
Well, I pulled my cap down over my eyes, I walked across the track, And I caught me the end of an long gray train, And I never did come back.
I rode her down to Danville Town Got stuck on a Danville girl You bet your life she was the pearl She wore the Danville curl
She wore her hat on the side of her head Like high-toned people all do And the very next train come that line I bid that gal adieu
I sat down in a gamblin' game, I could not play my hand, I was thinkin' about that pretty little woman Run away with another man.
Run away with another man, boys Run away with another man, I was thinking about that woman that I love, Run away with another man.
"Good morning Mister Railroad Man. What time do your trains roll by?" "At nine-sixteen and two-forty-four And twenty five minutes till five."
"It's nine-sixteen and two-forty-four, Twenty-five minutes till five, Well, thank you Mister Railroad Man, I want to watch your trains roll by."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
