Gas station neon sign, orange and white winks an eye and it whispers 'Goodnight' drunk on the train to Chicago, I feel alright half-pint of dewar's white label still half full the train lurches left, lurches right drunk on the train to Chicago, I feel alright
I left a New York of gas bills and cigarette burns wasted days of whiskey and as the world turns
Train driver, hit the gas, shovel coal, move your ass we've got a schedule to keep drunk on the train to Chicago, I fall asleep
And in my dreams, we're careening drunk down the streets of my hometown the man in the moon is on benzedrine and everybody's spinning round
Bells ring and lights flicker old girlfriends, good liquor hold my hand all through the night drunk on the train to Chicago, I feel alright I feel alrightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
