Buddy Miller and Jim Lauderdale - The Train That Carried My Gal From Town Тексты

There goes that train that carried my girl from town if I known her number lord I'd flag her down.
I wish to the lord that the train would wreck, kill that engineer and breaks the fire man's neck

Chorus,

Hate the train that carried my girl from town,
Hey (x3)

There goes my girl somebody bring her back, cause she got her hand in my money sack.

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, won't you show me a women that a man can trust.

Chorus,
Hate the train that carried my girl from town,
Hey (x3)

Where was you when the train left town? I stand on the corner with my head hung down.

If I had a gun I let the hammer down.
Lord, I'd shoot that rambler that took my girl from town

Chorus,
Hate that train that carried my girl from town,
Hey (x3)

Don't want no grease mixed in with my rice, that girl of mine took my appetite.
Hey rations on the table and coffee is getting cold and some dirty rambler stole my jelly roll.

Chorus,
Hate the train that carried my girl from town,
Hey (x3)

Tennesse raised Alabama bound if my girl leaves me gonna move from town,

Hello central give me 6 0 9
I want to talk to that women of mine,

Hate the train that carried my girl from town,
Hey (x3)...
Hate the train that carried my girl from town,
Hey (x3)