(GUITAR & PIANO INTRO)
well, I'm walkin' down the road with my hat on my head
had to leave my mama in my big brass bed
well, sun is shinin' on me and you know it sure feels fine
Lord, I made it to the station with my suitcase in my hand
walked up to the window like a nat'ral born man
said I sure do hope that choo-choo train runs on time
(choo-choo, choo-choo)
Lord, I sure do hope that choo-choo train runs on time
well, these two dollar shoes, Lord, they hurt my feet,
but that fifty-cent liquor, well it could not be beat
and I see no reason, reason to be sad
'cause I'm goin' where them cold, cold winds don't blow
where the streams and rivers, Lord, they all run slow
ain't no use in cryin', cryin' over what you had
Lord, ain't no use in cryin', cryin over what you had
(NATIONAL STEEL SOLO)
(ahhh, ahhh)
well, I'm walkin' down the road with my hat on my head
had to leave my mama in my big brass bed
well, sun is shinin' on me
and you know it sure feels fine
Lord, I made it to the station with my suitcase in my hand
walked up to the window like a nat'ral born man
said I sure do hope that choo-choo train runs on time
(choo-choo, choo-choo)
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Lyrics are copyright 1972, 1975, Lost Cabin Music
well, I'm walkin' down the road with my hat on my head
had to leave my mama in my big brass bed
well, sun is shinin' on me and you know it sure feels fine
Lord, I made it to the station with my suitcase in my hand
walked up to the window like a nat'ral born man
said I sure do hope that choo-choo train runs on time
(choo-choo, choo-choo)
Lord, I sure do hope that choo-choo train runs on time
well, these two dollar shoes, Lord, they hurt my feet,
but that fifty-cent liquor, well it could not be beat
and I see no reason, reason to be sad
'cause I'm goin' where them cold, cold winds don't blow
where the streams and rivers, Lord, they all run slow
ain't no use in cryin', cryin' over what you had
Lord, ain't no use in cryin', cryin over what you had
(NATIONAL STEEL SOLO)
(ahhh, ahhh)
well, I'm walkin' down the road with my hat on my head
had to leave my mama in my big brass bed
well, sun is shinin' on me
and you know it sure feels fine
Lord, I made it to the station with my suitcase in my hand
walked up to the window like a nat'ral born man
said I sure do hope that choo-choo train runs on time
(choo-choo, choo-choo)
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Lyrics are copyright 1972, 1975, Lost Cabin Music