my uncle george mccown
live by the county track
me and his sweet Linda
count the freight car when they pass
when the sun set low
and we lay down our head
that late night locomotive
just’a rumblin through our bed
when she come when she come
southern 4501
when she come when she come
southern 4501
ain’t hard to recognize
i know her by her song
she runs a little slower
than the rest that come along
some roll on a high iron
a mile a minute score
but she ain’t in a hurry
she don’t owe the man no more
when she come when she come
southern 4501
when she come when she come
southern 4501
old man winter he did blow
but she held onto her crown
black velvet plowin through the snow
she blew a lonesome sound
crowd gathered at the crossin
just to watch her scrape the rail
you’d better back it up
i heard mayor eblen yell
when she come when she come
southern 4501
when she come when she come
southern 4501
my uncle george mccown
live by the county track
me and his sweet linda
count the freight car when they pass
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