Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Like The 309 , by - Johnny Cash. Song from the album American V: A Hundred Highways, in the genre КантриRelease date: 31.12.2005
Record label: American
Song language: English
Like The 309 |
| It should be a while before I see Dr. Death |
| So it would sure be nice if I could get my breath |
| Well I’m not the crying nor the whining kind |
| Until I hear the whistle of the 309 |
| Of the 309, of the 309 |
| Put me in my box on the 309 |
| Take me to the depot, put me to bed |
| Blow an electric fan on my gnarly old head |
| Everybody take a look, see I’m doing fine |
| Then load my box on the 309 |
| Hey sweet baby, kiss me hard |
| Draw my bath water, sweep my yard |
| Give a drink of my wine to my Jersey cow |
| I wouldn’t give a hoot in hell for my journey now |
| On the 309, on the 309 |
| I hear the sound of a railroad train |
| The whistle blows and I’m gone again |
| It will take me higher than a Georgia pine |
| Stand back children, it’s a 309 |
| A chicken in the pot and turkey in the corn |
| Ain’t felt this good since jubilee morn |
| Talk about luck, well I got mine |
| Asthma coming down like a 309 |
| Write me a letter, sing me a song |
| Tell me all about it, what I did wrong |
| Meanwhile I will be doing fine |
| Then load my box on the 309 |