tears drippin on a rusty line i walk it down just waitin on my time gonna lay my body cross the rails like sin write a love letter from an empty ink pen
my baby’s gone to the golden city left all of the ugly ain’t nothin but pretty like Smoky Mountains covered in a cap of snow it’s a view from the top and the sun streaks your soul
i’m gonna go where my baby be sweet freight train gonna carry me We’ll walk barefoot through the streets of the city and pick bouquets of wild violets pretty
my sweet baby don’t you cry for me your momma’s right behind ya and i’m pickin up speed moonshine maggies done set me up filled miss lucy with her very best stuff
(see i told her i said) my baby’s gone to the golden city left all of the ugly ain’t nothin but pretty like Smoky Mountains covered in a cap of snow it’s a view from the top and the sun streaks your soul i’m gonna go where my baby be sweet freight train gonna carry me we’ll walk barefoot through the streets of the city and pick bouquets of wild violets pretty
told our people where to bury me right next to daddy loudon county tennessee cause he was the only daddy i knew he didn’t have to be he just wanted to
(well hey daddy) i’m on my way to the golden city left all of the ugly ain’t nothin but pretty like Smoky Mountains covered in a cap of snow it’s a view from the top and the sun streaks your soul i’m gonna go where my baby be sweet freight train gonna carry me we’ll walk barefoot through the streets of the city and pick bouquets of wild violets pretty
tears drippin on a rusty line i walk it down just waitin on my time gonna lay my body cross the rails like sin write a love letter from an empty ink penTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
