Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song C.R.F. (Retired), artist - Tim Barry.
Date of issue: 12.11.2020
Song language: English
C.R.F. (Retired) |
Sigh’s sitting pretty on the highline out of Minnie |
And old Rudy’s down the ACL |
I couldn’t even catch a hopper out of Bonedry clean |
Just to get to Charlottesville |
Quiet Yankee’s out in California rubber tramping |
And NOVA’s down in New Orleans |
Oh, Mr. Twitty’s wintered up in Portland or something |
And Ziplock’s in Philly |
And I’m stuck back here in Richmond |
Dropping Markals on the main |
Leaving all these messages |
So they know I think of them |
I got one hand on the ladder |
I got the other lending the fire |
I got one side bent on keeping on |
And the other on retiring |
Tried the Chicken Shit Express against Camp Deluxe come on |
Every train just blew right past |
Fuck the west, A wye and the ACCA bridge throat |
I’m dodging car knockers as they pass |
Got a signal light called for restricted for once |
And a grainer riding dirty face |
Til the bull’s headlights came a creeping and lurking |
And they chased me right from that train |
And I’m walking back from South Side |
With my head held low in shame |
Eating all my train food |
Just four miles from where I came |
I got one hand on the ladder |
I got the other lending the fire |
I got one side bent on keeping on |
And the other on retiring |
And I’m stuck back here in Richmond |
Dropping Markals on the main |
Leaving all these messages |
So they know I think of them |
I got one hand on the ladder |
I got the other lending the fire |
I got one side bent on keeping on |
And the other on retiring |