
Date of issue: 28.01.2008
Record label: Alive
Song language: English
Train The Stole My Man |
My Daddy was a rounder |
Had to make himself some change |
Climbed down off the mountain |
Shaved his head and caught a train |
But I keep my skillet greasy |
Keep my lamp trimmed 'n' low |
My weary feet, these floors I walk |
But why I’ll never know |
And I hear echoes of his heart |
Beating back from distant lands |
And I hear the lonesome whistle |
Of that train that stole my man |
And I cuddle to my child |
Teach him to bear the shame |
To take the blows |
The tos and fros that |
Earn an honest name |
But money’s running low, you know? |
No friends to help me through |
Just one last thing I can sell |
And that will have to do |
But I feel hunger in my sunken cheeks |
In the tremble of my hand |
And I feel the rumblin' of the wheels |
Of that train that stole my man |
My mind just takes to ramblin' |
As the day goes walkin' west |
And madness comes a-crawlin' |
Through that hole inside my breast |
And sorrow sings the simple song |
That screams the whole night through |
A melody of him and me |
That never rang so true |
And I see dark clouds on the rise |
And I see midgets in the sand |
They paint my sight with visions |
Of the train that stole my man |
And I dreamt I found his crossroads |
In the land of sticks and stones |
Where the petty worries of the heart |
Are worries so unknown |
He took me in his arms, you know |
And tied me to his side |
Caught that first wind off the hills |
And further we did ride |
Well I felt his touch upon my breast |
That unforgiving hand |
But when I woke, could smell the smoke |
Of that train that stole my man |
Now the wind runs through my skin |
And the rain runs through my eyes |
Can’t find no ground to hold my feet |
Lord knows how hard I tries! |
For come the dawn, I’ll clean my teeth |
And powder up my chest |
Take off this faded apron, babe |
And put on my Sunday best |
To bind the strings to fix my heart |
I’m gonna look to holy lands |
And lay my back down on the track |
Of that train that stole my man |
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