Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Train Robbery, artist - Levon Helm. Album song Ramble At the Ryman, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Record label: Dirt Farmer
Song language: English
A Train Robbery |
The full moon touched the cold steel lines |
The rail bed was frozen with ice |
In the distance an engine was keeping good time |
The steam whistle moaned just twice |
Down in the cut past the old trestle bridge |
Twelve fine horses stood |
Masked men shivered in the cold on the ridge |
Not far from the Glendale woods |
The brass lamp shone from the swaying train |
When the driver saw the red light |
Her iron brakes sparked like silver rain |
And the metals screamed through the night |
The baggage man peered out to look for the fault |
When fear froze up his heart |
He was staring down the barrel of an army colt |
That threatened to tear him apart |
We will burn your train to cinders |
So throw the money on down |
Open up your damned express car |
And jump down to the ground |
But we won’t touch that old Pullman |
She’s Southern and they claimed |
They ain’t offered no reward |
For Frank and Jesse James |
Frank and Jesse James |
In long soldiers coats frayed with the years |
Quickly they scrambled aboard |
Men were the sweatin' and the women shed tears |
And a preacher prayed to the Lord |
When they opened the safe there was nothing for them |
So they strode down through the train |
What a miserable sight these desparate men |
Robbin' old folks for their gold watch chains |
We will burn your train to cinders |
So throw the money on down |
Open up your damned express car |
And jump down to the ground |
But we won’t touch that old Pullman |
She’s Southern and they claimed |
They ain’t offered no reward |
For Frank and Jesse James |
Frank and Jesse James |
Now some say the devil had taken his soul |
Some say his spirit survived |
But we all know he was nothin' but a Missouri farm boy |
Just fighting to stay alive |
High above that railroad bed |
On a ridge where the pines grow tall |
If you listen to the wind, there’s a ghost of a chance |
You can still hear old Jesse call |
We will burn your train to cinders |
So throw the money on down |
Open up your damned express car |
And jump down to the ground |
But we won’t touch that old Pullman |
She’s Southern and they claimed |
They ain’t offered no reward |
For Frank and Jesse James |
For Frank and Jesse James |