• The bellowing of the driver was my berceuse

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    June 19th, 2010HelenUncategorized

    art by bob Dylan


    I was Born in Dixie in a boomer shed
    Just a little shanty by the railway line track
    Freight railroad railroad railroad railroad train was it taught me how to cry
    The holloa of the driver was my lullaby
    I got the payload railroad railroad railroad railroad train blues
    Oh Creator mama, I got them in the underside of my rambling shoes
    And when the whistling blows I gotta go baby, don’t you know
    Well, it aspect like I’m never gonna lose the payload railroad railroad railroad railroad train blues.
    Well, my dada was a fireman and my mama-ha
    She was the only daugther of an enginer
    My sweetheart was a brakeman and it ain’t no joke
    Seems a waste material to get a good man broke
    I got the payload railroad railroad railroad train blues
    Oh Creator mama, I got them in the underside of my rambling shoes
    And when the whistling blows I gotta go mama, don’t you know
    Well, it aspect like I’m never gonna lose the payload railroad railroad railroad train blues.
    Well, the only thing that brand me laugh again
    Is a southbound whistle on a southbound train
    Every place I wanna go I never can go
    Because you know I got the payload railroad railroad train blues
    Oh Creator mama, I got them in the underside of my rambling shoes.

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